(With thanks to Joan Baez for the title idea)
Today I am tired.
I feel like an old woman;
no longer nimble and full of
future plans.
Today I just progress in place
moving step after step, barely awake.
moving step after step, barely awake.
Today my joints are rusty,
my hair tarnished instead of silvered;
my brain creaking slowly as it turns my thoughts into movement.
my hair tarnished instead of silvered;
my brain creaking slowly as it turns my thoughts into movement.
Today I want to sleep
with warmth in my bed, and rain on the roof.
with warmth in my bed, and rain on the roof.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 13 February 2018
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