Daytime shortens here
And my dreams drift in twilight
I reach out to friends
Sensing what is not expressed
Mere words won’t convey
The wistful curve of aging:
Our rites of passage
The oblique motions of love
Joint woes and delights
Parties under a full moon
Old secrets re-found
The joy of every new birth
Our shared memories
Flow round and round forever
In parallel realms
We fling stories to the void
Calling on magic
We count losses of
Dear companions and places
The death of loved ones
Those vanished treasured landmarks
Familiar routines
Our rights being curbed …
As if numbers were cyphers
Of life’s mystery
Though they tell us nothing new
After all – Zero
Faces both past and future
With blank indifference
Course of Mirrors 
Time passes too quickly. I think about this fairly often, because I’m way into my senior-citizenhood.
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♥ I’m with you there.
Reading your last post, to be a ‘Greeter’ sounds special, well, inspiring. I must look into volunteering, having become too inwardly orientated over the last two years.
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Our life is like that ! Everything will finish at some point! Beautiful lines well shared thanks 👍
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Pleased the lines resonate. Thank you, Priti.
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Welcome 🤗 read my story also.😃
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Many thanks for your beautiful, powerful poem Ashen…….and the exquisite photo.
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You’re welcome. Cheered by your visit ☼
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