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| Day 730: Monday, November 17, 2014 Prompt: What does getting old mean to you? Write a story, write a poem, write a rant; whichever you want.. If only I were prettier. If only I were smarter. If only I could talk easier to friends as well as strangers. If only I were closer to God. If only He were closer to me. Somewhere we could meet and I could say the sorrow that I feel is more than superficial If only Love and friendship were easier for me, not mysteries and miseries of heartache. From missteps and blunders of trying too hard or not enough. If only the fantasies of my mind were not easier to find than the real world. If only real world was not so real nor so harsh and retreat not so easy. If only the words came as easily as the tears. Regret sits in my heart and will not be moved. If only I knew then what I know now, so much could be avoided or is this inevitable? This middle age lament? |