Begrudgingly I'm longing for olden days when I sat swinging,
cataloging the aroma of gingersnaps, and gingham dressed daughters zigzagging
in games of tagging. Their laughter springing up, indulging innocence, hanging
as echoes upon the breeze. Even this smidgin of time goes leapfrogging
away. The virginity of youth to soon changing , as years begin wringing
vitality. Encouraging words of hope, once imaginable, now nagging.
Death roams, rouging the strong and scavenging the weak, revenging
his pride. The original sin judging, and ravaging me from the beginning,
even as I came emerging from the womb. Always, I was challenging vanity, shrugging
against the mourners singing, camouflaging truth,but with nudging, I'll finally admit;I'm aging.
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thanks for sharing
Marilyn