My generation dies
Before my eyes
While I wait my turn -
Ready, undismayed,
But careful lest I waste my sight
Lest I waste my time
Lest I be caught unawares.
All days and nights become
Precious, while I watch
Each moment's passing.
Prime memory's fasting
Urging all I've ever lived
To register once more
And hold my hand -
Lest I forget or ignore
The store of each experience
That has at last brought me
To this shore
Where there beckons
Another world and time.
Written By Addie W. Williams
Undated
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Reviewed by Todd-Michael St. Pierre (Reader)
Reviewed on February 27, 2004
If we live long enough & are blessed enough to actually become "senior citizens" we will feel the depth of this brilliant poetic commentary... is much like the truths my grandmother & great-aunts expressed to me in their golden years... if we make it that far we shall truly understand what they meant!
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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