((Today’s “Friday Ramble” is less of a ramble, and more of a poem. I had some metaphors and words rolling around in my head, and thought they would fit better this way. I love the succinctness of poetry!))
Looking back, I see shapes
And not the little details
Overall trends, and in-the-ends
While finer lines have blurred
The way I was raised,
How others behaved,
Near misses and near hits.
My own mistakes, humility
Driving me to this:
Losing my vision, forgetting the things
That put me on my high horse
Far-sighted eyes, the gift of age
Compromise, to set the stage
For “West from East,”
Far side of the sea –
Forgiveness, they say.
The very best way.
A little bit blind
A lot forgetful
Far sighted, and deaf, and possibly dumb
After it all, I’m thankful
What about you? As you get older, do you find yourself losing your hearing, vision, or memory – literally or metaphorically? Is it becoming easier or harder to forgive? I would love to hear your ideas in the comments section below.
Warm wishes,
Lisa
