With advancing age, somedays seem beautiful while others deeply sad. This day has been one of those very sad days for me.
They call insight…. Wisdom.
Wisdom is the deep sadness of old age.
A biting reality that was
but will never be again.
We become ever grateful for the pressed hug.
The feel of flesh upon our own.
Memories sparked in an unexpected
full body hug of total surrender.
Our minds go back.
Youth with aches or pains unexpected
as now that wake with us
each morning.
A crying desire within
of the youthful, carefree loving
of many hours
stretched over days.
These moments
will never be ours again.
It’s the sadness that takes us out.
Chipping away
at our nightly desire
to waken again.
And if we are so blessed
a dream of softness and passion
from long ago.
A dream that brings a cry of joy
from our very soul
of those days and moments
that will never be ours…
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