64 years old..
64 years old..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
My muse is alive and well tonight. 
64 years old..
I am in the Winter of discontentment and I am learning.
I am 64 years old and I won’t see Florence again,
I won’t drink the September new wine in Germany again and
I won’t be able to read my poetry at Hyde Park in London.
Maybe I decided my final place to rest?
Now I have my Michigan, now I have my great lakes near.
Now I have Port Austin and this is enough for me.
Lake St. Clair is near me and I can sit near the Clinton River everyday.
I can sit with the Lake St. Clair dancing and I can write my poetry and story.
I have my five grandchildren, I love their tomfoolery and laughter,
they can make me smile and laugh too.
Some of my discontentment of my life can make me feel sad.
I wished, I did more.
I have learn in my 64 years of life.
You can’t save a world, that doesn’t want to be saved.
You must create safe place for your family and your friends.
And hope for a good death, you must hope for a good ending.
Dancing Coyote
The last two lines says it all really. Frank, clever and beautiful lines as always.
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Thank you dear Belladonna. I appreciate the comment.
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You’re welcome!
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and while you can’t or don’t do some things anymore, you now can find contentment and peace where you are and that is worth everything
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I agree dear Beth. I am lucky. I landed on my feet and thank you for reading and the comment.
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Hi John, I’m 64 too so we’re the same age. After all, still a good age, greetings from Italy
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Greeting from rainy and warm Michigan. Good for the flowers, the rain.
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Gee… this is candid… You’ve been a Globetrotter and now you want to be in a calm peaceful place in nature with people you love and love YOu.
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In my young days. I did travel and thank you William for reading and the comment.
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