I write the words that come
I see them in their entirety
some are in colour
others grey
altogether they make
the words I write
I say.
Tomorrow
they’ll be different
they’ll say something I never thought of
not til that instant
when they came and I wrote
wrote what they told me
to say.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
I have gotten old and grey
Wrinkles on my face display
Time has passed
And alas, that child
No longer runs and plays.
White hair cascades down my face
Leaving passing time to mark me
Full, I hope with grace
All this happening
With the passing of our time.
Our despair, our joyous care
Prepares us each and everyone
For this time when old and grey
See the life we lived
Full, each and every day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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