Ripe Old Age

Ripe Old Age prose poem

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We will all live
to a ripe old age.

If not here,
then probably
over there…

If not over there,

then defiantly
someplace else….

The mind is
everywhere
at once….

Experiences vary….

When I die in one place
the others simply
move on….

We will all live
to a ripe old age….

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Randall Smith
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Had to read this several times to get the meaning from it. A well done poem should make a reader want to understand it and not just read it an rush off. You did well on a topic most don’t think about. I have known people who were old at 18 years and others that died in their 90’s and were not old yet. This is what I saw in your poem

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