Ripple Effect #poetry #oldage

Ripples of Life

 

a blurry reflection in wintry pond

from my pocket something priceless falls

“plop” is the sound I hear

I consider as it silent calls

“ninety years is too soon”

says old, wizened but sharp of mind

two wives I never intended to bury

for the century mark, I have time

I ponder his possibilities

friends mostly gone

better save your pennies

your days are long

a blurry reflection in wintry pond

from my pocket something priceless falls

“plop” are its last words

I consider as it silent calls

 

Sharing this with Poet’s United the prompt this week Nineties

 

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