Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Missing our days (Day 350)


Growing older, is it 
as often about regret 
as it seems?
Nostalgia like an ache, 
missing our days and
our dreams because 
we cannot remember 
how to live 
the way children do? 
Trust me, 
it’s harder 
and easier than 
you know, spending 
your days missing 
other days, when 
all along your roots 
are cracking 
granite, seeking 
sustenance, sinking 
deep into your loamy soil, 
until you are 
bound
to your own time. And 
maybe that is the definition 
of wisdom.



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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