Growing Old Poem #1

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Growing Old #1

by Jane Tawel

Fidget and Bust

And feel the gears rust.

Irascible waste,

Mired in one place.

But wearing which groove?

Can I still choose?

And wearing which crown?

Digging down

Digging down

So daunting to move.

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janetawel

"I'm Nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too?"-- in the words of that now famous "nobody", Emily Dickinson, I am a no one committed to the great Some One and to the idea that words matter. Even words that no one reads or hears, because I also believe that there is One who always hears the truest and deepest desires of the human heart. My own journey in this world often takes the form of seeking those things that matter through exploring the written word in essay and poetry. Even the small and unknown of us are made better through the creative process since we are made in the image of The Creator of All. I am thankful to have a home in this blog to store my thoughts and thankful for any who sit awhile in this blog home, seeking crumbs on their own journeys.

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