0028 Aw....bless...

I always liked the idea
of becoming a wise old man
but I may be too old for that
now

however

there are moments when
like today
the sun's shining on the trees
their leaves glinting in the slight breeze
and time seems to be unaware of itself and
and I feel good about myself too
in the same blissfully thoughtless way

that's even better
like a jar of golden promise
that doesn't need a label

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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