This year that I turned forty 3
I think I feel now much more free
The threshold of forty was just so great
enriching my life, to so much
...
At this stage
my chronological age
is not a road block.
But just a pebble
...
This distance
That lies
Between you
And my smiles
...
As a young fledgling
I was always itching
To take off and fly
In the endless sky
...
Too many muted cries
shut out behind
those thick doors.
Too many spirits broken
...
Like tress that have
grown apart
although together
they were
...
My old cotton coat
Many wrinkles
To explore
Many rents
...