Always in search of wisdom.
They put the wire in again
I watch, as the map of my heart
Moves across the screen in lines.
I’m alive I say in jubilation
They nod tap me on the shoulder and move on
Reaching across to the bedside locker
I pick up my “Walt Whitman” quote
My comfort “prayer”
“If anything is sacred the human body is sacred”
Everyone’s personal body experience
Is special to themselves, so it is with prayer.
Ageing is not gender specific
Some are lucky to have good health into old age
Others don’t have that luxury
I’m not weary nor am I sad
I’m growing old which makes me glad.
© Chris Black. ~The Poet’s Poet~
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