On Growing Old
by Patricia A Martin
Friday, October 30, 2009
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Having recently admitted my father to a care facility has brought my own future into greater perspective. Bette was right: Old age ain't for sissies.
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More than once
I have been
Close to Death,
And chose
To ignore It.
I was twice
Close to being
Murdered.
And chose
To Ignore It.
And so survived.
Only now age and history
Have brought us closer.
Death is an old friend.
I give him his space.
And for the moment,
He gives me mine.
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| Reviewed by Juliet Waldron |
11/6/2009 |
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| Wise, tough, scary = Patti! :) |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
11/2/2009 |
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Patti,
I appreciate the wisdom in your confrontation with age and history.
More than that, I admire the talent in which you express it; to wit:
Death is an old friend.
I give him his space.
And for the moment,
He gives me mine.
-gene.
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
11/1/2009 |
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"...I give him his space...He gives me mine."
What a generous and wise way of looking at the reality of living and dying, Patti. You face the truth with affirmation of what is, is.
This is very fine indeed.
John |
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| Reviewed by Lloyd Lofthouse |
10/31/2009 |
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| Strong "voice" for those that have lived long enough to know. Death is an old friend, indeed, and death stays close. |
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
10/31/2009 |
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Patricia,
I liked this, Patricia. I also give him his space, until he's ready for me. I hope you read my poem, we think alike, except mine's a much different viewpoint on death.
Blessings,
~Linda |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/30/2009 |
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I appreciate this sobering perspective, Patricia. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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