Silvery Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silvery Memories
Silvery moon of past memories dances in my mind as I
think of life the way it used to be when I was younger.
Simpler, cleaner, more precise, never-ending - always
young or at least that was my view of things.
Getting older is so complex, with issues of health,
movement, agility, balance - little chance for pleasure
unless visiting with grown children and grandchildren.
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