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This is a majestic poem. It squarely faces the hard hard truth of widowhood -- the emptiness, the sorrow, the endless pain. I have the feeling that you are the son -- or perhaps writing from a close perspectve. It is a sad situation. What grabs me is that this poem is not a plea for sympathy; it as...

The university of life is the finest of all. No diplomas no degrees just good teaching by experience Dear poeticpiers reborn, Thanks again for reading my poem and for taking the time and effort to write. I am glad you understood the poem; sometimes my writing is so abstruse that even I can't unders...

Your final line says it all Thank you, poeticpiers reborn, for your positive comment: I have to admit that that last line really worked.... but at least I can't take conscious credit for it . It just flew out of Somewhere -- to my wonder and amazement. I appreciate very much your kindness and gener...

Dear HEINZS -- Sorry this not in chronological order... Still trying to get used to the form of the 'forum.' I'm not a natural wiz when it comes to computers. Appreciate your comments and warm smileys. About the style: I understand. The trouble with me -- or ONE of the troubles with me -- in any ar...

Old age brings neither wisdom nor clarity Of reasons For. It only adds to the Confusion manifest since all Thens. A Slow killer Of — it is. No remedy Can ease the pain nor make for again. To see Oneself disintegrate is all right. What Choice is there — unless you can die — tho’ shut The windows of ...

It’s time to settle down. The clock has rung its bell. The season’s getting cold — And I am growing old. The road just goes around — But all is just as well. The story must be told — Again — again to tell — The world is growing old: It’s time to settle down. ____________________ Firestone Feinberg ...