Dennis Lambert


Middle Age Crisis - Poem by Dennis Lambert

From a high window
Through dusty air

A finger of light
Descends:

Touch me
Now, my light,

Before clouds
Obscure light,

Before sun
Falls to weaker light,

Before darkness
Removes light.

Touch me
My light.

You are now.
Warm me.

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  • Rookie Allan James Saywell (1/11/2005 10:00:00 PM)

    Mate i am middle aged, what the fark has this poem got to do with
    middle age what happens you get to middle age, when you are about 80
    or so you suddenly become younger in the head, senility it is called

    you might be there
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 11, 2005



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