She slips
off
her rocker
and giggles:
can it be
can it be
that all I
can see
is
reality?
She says, “Last night I thought
I heard God, but it mighta been
the Supremes.”
Wanna die, wanna die
from flying so high
today I am ten
and tomorrow
I’m 60.
More quiet,
more quiet,
more crazy
&
quiet.
(c) 2015-2019 Rob Goldstein
Awesome poetry!
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This is most intriguing, Rob
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My grandparents used to say that you could reverse the numbers in your age when you didn’t like the real one. So I’m not even ten — I’m 06! Super poem and image, Rob — and I always loved the Supremes. Hugs on the wing.
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Excellent work.
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Thank you, Paula!
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Very nice.
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Thank you!
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Compelling. I see her tears ❤
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Thank you, Jacquie. I’m always surprised by what I can find in the face of an avatar. I drafted that poem in my thirties. I guess I thought sixty was going to feel older than it does. 🙂
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Well, that’s good news 🙂
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Oh yeah. It’s like having a little troop of actors. 🙂
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Why do I love this poem so much? Because I’m also “off my rocker” and giggling and wondering and more 10 than 60. ❤
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This poem is for everyone who understands quantum aging. 🙂
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YES!!!
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🙂
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Bravo my friend. I really like this.
Happy Monday.
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Thank you. You’ve made my day! 🙂
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