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I Hang on to 69 - Nov. 29, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 29, 2021
  • 1 min read

dug in with fingernails

unable to crawl back to my 50’s

losing the rear view of my 40’s


looking down I see a

murky future straight up

the dusty crystal of the past


70 will come with a slow

slip and eyes closed

in the middle of the night


hopefully a clean dive into

a warm lake but I prepare for

a rougher much colder landing

with any luck no ice

to shatter and sink

my remaining dreams

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