392 Old man crying Jan.2011

Posted on March 5, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Tears come easier now
than when I was a boy,
than when I was a young man,
than when I was “middle aged”.
But the tears are not
from sorrow born,
rather of joy,
for those moments when I can
smile at what, once, would have been
nothing to me,
but now are, nearly, everything.
A chickadees salute as he pecks
the seeds I’ve spread,
a sunsets sky changing from
purple to crimson red.

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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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