Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #133
the date of my birth
will soon come again
as lines on my face
etch deeper
my whole body achier
skin is drier and gravity pulls me down
the will to thrive
still exists
but with each passing celebration
the inevitable draws near
i will falter
eventually
I Write Her 
Susi ~ I love how the picture inspired this from you – it works so well… Has your bday passed already?
<3
David
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<3 Thx, David! No, it has not. August is when I turn the big 60!
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A lovely poem about aging, it is very poignant. ❤☺❤
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Thank you, Carolyn! <3
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Well said!
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<3 Appreciate that, Val! :)
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We may falter physically but the spirit knows no bounds.
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Yes, as long as there has not been too much trauma experienced.
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True. 🥲
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so beautiful and looking good in writing and reflection Susi!
💖
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Thank you so much, Cindy! <3
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You’re so welcome!! 💖
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You just described a day in my life. 😉
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Mine too! ;)
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A poignant poem Susi! I liked how you’ve used this as a symbol of growing older. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you, Sadje! The star’s pattern being in a circle in the backdrop, with the aging tree is what inspired it. :)
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You’re welcome! Wonderfully done
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<3
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Nice poem on aging and celebrating our birth. I’ve often dreaded birthdays but am learning to embrace them.
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Thank you, S.Z. Good for you!
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