135 Snare (some time, long ago when I lived in Maryland.)

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Ken Greenman

I don’t have time to die.
Don’t remind me of deaths
incidentals.
I’m living forever.
Life grows,
intwining around me,
a breathing, woven vine.
I wander my maze,
no exit signs,
no rememberance of enterance,
watching friends
to their amazment,
pass on to
Oh!
Such sweet rest.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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