In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

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As I have aged and looked back in time I Wonder do
Others minds think like mine. My knuckles have knurled,
Hands have wrinkled in time. Skin browned and aged spots,
Face cracked and crevassed, Sagging skin from sun and time.
I am old and that is fine, I’ve aged like fermented Wine; Mind
Not as sharp but wisdom far beyond young minds. I know I
Am old! But in my mind I am half my age of real Time.

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I am 72 years old retired and I enjoy creating ,although I do not write many poems the ones I do write come from a thought projected into a poem. I try to verse these poems thru a variety of thoughts.
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Preeti
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Such true thoughts…As we age, it sometimes becomes tougher to accept it…isn’t it?

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