"...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.
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.
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Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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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.
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
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
Regis