Loretta Worthington Poems

Just a few words woman to woman.
Sometimes wise! yet foolhardy.
Strong, but with too much sexuality for him to comprehend
Compassion and tenderness, are also our virtues.
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We all need a helping hand sometimes, as we travel through life.
So take the hand I willingly extend and I'll guide you.
Because when I look at you I see myself, living one of my many lives.
People say the older we get the wiser we become, this is not necessarily so.
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When did I make the transition from child to nan? I don't know.
She is still here somewhere, running through the grass so green, where no
other feet have been.
Anticipating all that is still to be seen. My eyes look out from a body I do not know.
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Looking back at all that has passed I see the play before me.
Each piece of the puzzle has its place, and every player their part to play,
in the arena of life. Some bid me taste from the sea of sorrow, and to wash in the stream of
discontent, so that I might see all the folly that's within me.
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Eyes the avenue to one's soul, a place where pain and sorrow hide,
behind our aspirations and yearnings to be free.
Where dreams flow on limpid pools, that ripple with desire.
Where love resides and joy shines, is where we all long to be.
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