Pearls of wisdom from the heart
When you leave me, when we part
Like a bird my spirit flies
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Living in a retirement village and enjoying life even at the ripe old age of 72. I began writing poetry late at the age of 45. I was inspired by a funny thing that happened in our neighborhood, so I wrote about it. I was a charter member of Texoma Poetry Society and have enjoyed going to and participating in conventions. I haven't written anything new lately, but I plan to start again soon.)
Beloved
Fair thou art
If Shakespeare could but glimpse thy face,
That gifted bard would mourn
(poised quill held dry)
Incompetent to match thy grace.