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Alive at 95 (Other) by nypoet22

if i’m still alive at age ninety-five i hope to have loved before i arrive and held her with all that a man can give my labor, my breath each beat in my chest pulse through my fingers to comfort her aches and share her success with daughters or sons seeing each one grown with loves of their own at age ninety-five inhale all i’ve done pour it like sweet wine

Skamper 31-May-07/9:34 AM
first two stanzas set me up with a rhythm, and the last three tripped me up a little...




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