I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm
Friday, May 2, 2014
Faded
Our photographs have bent edges,
Some are torn, crinkled and scratched…
Many still glued in scrapbooks or,
Torn from pages, like our hearts, detached.
Time decays, true love departs;
The pendulum’s power, unmatched.
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