Memory

This poem was inspired by a comment from poet, Robert Okaji (https://robertokaji.com/) about my poem, To That Girl Is it good to remember who we were, does memory have an age? To remember times when we were young, returning youth to doting stage. How can a memory be old, Stuck in the age when it…Read more Memory

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Too Late to Use

When lifting my foot was a pain the coach said soak it up, put weight on your other foot fight through the soreness Now lifting my foot is a daily torment to bear among a multitude of indignities as ache becomes a companion not to fight or soak But a daily reminder I’m still alive,…Read more Too Late to Use