I did this one originally (last night) for my little girl, Kate ,to whom I owe a great debt. And here I am handing it out to everyone else already. And so yet another character flaw is revealed in me …..
How blessed am I that you may see
Me naked in my misery
Unburdened of my vanity
And not what I pretend to be
How blessed upon this final day
That you don’t turn your face away
My life, my body, my decay
Embraced by you in every way
How blessed am I upon defeat
That you ignore my long conceit
As I lay dying at your feet
How blessed am I to be complete.
Richmond Road 
You had to do it dad, it’s too good to be kept a secret!
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I’ll knit you another scarf to replace it.
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only if the arthritis isn’t too bad … you were up early!
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Such is the nature of jet lag
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you’re too old to be gadding about the world … at your age you should just be enjoying those cute nurses in the aged care facility
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Yes. Before it is too late to enjoy them.
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exactly
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Really good poem!
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Shucks. Thanks. Your piece was one hell of a lot better, though. I find that, on most days …. these days, anyway, that I have a very short attention span and can manage to hold one thought for only a few minutes. The ability to write anything longer than a few lines seems to have deserted me.
So I envy you.
Keep it up.
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Ah, but a life can be lived just as well in two words than a thousand. Thank you for the kind words 🙂
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I agree, nicely done .
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Beautifully written. ❤️
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