At Seventy`Five

At seventy`five
the world
feels different than
it seemed
at sixty`three

I was young
back then
ready to fight back
against
a bad heart

I gave it up
[the fight]
and began to sing
ever since
I’m just fine

“The guy who meets somebody on the street, offers
his hand, and says, ‘You’re fine. How am I?’
is not as simpleminded as you might think.” ~ Hayden Carruth

Artwork by Wassily Kandinsky
en.wikipedia.org

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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7 Responses to At Seventy`Five

  1. rivrvlogr says:

    If the world is lucky, I won’t need to sing for a while.

    Liked by 1 person

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