Friday, August 2, 2013

Bag of Bones

Oh I believe I'll be a bag of bones soon enough. soon. sooner than we imagine, sooner than I care to admit and yet I could be graceful about this. I could take my cue from the old maples and old ravens and old dogs and old cats. I could borrow their tricks and their attitudes and be cheerful, grateful for time well spent, misspent (oops) and time unspent.

Here I go now past the middle of my path and nearing the last curves, heading on into the late, late, late light.

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