Old Age
My mind is alive
and turning,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
Resting so peacefully
here in bed,
can't move
so relaxed.
Time to arise,
things to do,
places to go,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
Dreams keep coming,
oh so quiet,
descending into
another world.
My mind is alive
and turning,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
wrote 2-14-07
poem by Jim Foulk
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