Just Thinking
Thinking young
I thought young
Flying and getting it all
Now older
Thinking less bolder
I grieve for my friend after a fall
She’s a lady
Who may have lived shady
Now sees her final goodbyes
Thinking plain
I think I might not see her again
I pray it’ll be peaceful/pain-free as she dies
Thinking young
I thought young
Playing and winning in the end
Thinking now about age
I turn to my own aging page
Writing thanks for my old friend—
Since it’s understanding we’ve won
Posted on January 8, 2015, in Poem and tagged aging, death and dying, final goodbyes, friendship, grieving, hospice, old age, yound and old. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
Kitt
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