282 Ageing

Posted on February 14, 2016 by Ken Greenman

We age strange,
the older,the younger.
At last we are childrens children.
Then reverse return,
womb bound egg to mother.
Then as seed fertilized,
we begin
again.

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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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