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the question
standing in the
bathroom
looking in the
mirror
asked the question
"Where did it go?"
the answer came
came like bombs
falling on Berlin
under black and
white news clip
skies from 1944
time...
you old bastard,
you
Published 13th Mar 2024
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15th Mar 2024 6:08am
Dear BK,
I don’t want to laugh (in solidarity) but I must because this poem hits home so succinctly. Adore the closing lines. Cheers to getting old! H🌷
I don’t want to laugh (in solidarity) but I must because this poem hits home so succinctly. Adore the closing lines. Cheers to getting old! H🌷
16th Mar 2024 3:04am
Thank you, Honoria. Aging is a funny, not funny thing, but it's real. It's life's dirty little secret and it's greatest revenge.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
16th Mar 2024 2:43pm
Time can be a dragon that seeks to destroy or it can be a rebirthing zone to develop the new me. I'm trying the rebirth approach. As usual, a great poem. Hugs and love, Oral
16th Mar 2024 3:29pm
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