| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/27/09 at 07:10 PM Heartbreaking and just beautifully written. It's all about making use of the time you've got, and I think you make this wonderfully, painfully clear. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/27/09 at 10:10 PM since i could never remember anyone's name to begin with i guess that's one less thing i have to look forward to losing. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/27/09 at 11:12 PM ...uhhh, george did you write this about me? the gabe says it...everything, goooood write, achingly good. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/27/09 at 11:50 PM Parts of me are not far behind you; parts of me are in total denial! Ha! You've described this process all too well. Thank you. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/31/09 at 12:37 PM I'm almost in that same geriatric boat, George
and when I am completely aboard,
I may now and then forget your name, but I will never forget you. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/31/09 at 03:24 PM As we grow older. our memory starts going-it's a normal part of the aging process. I can remember my Dad going through everyone's name until he got to the right one. I have started writing things down. so I don';t forget. The seasons DO slow- and you've expressed that eloquently in this wonderful write! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/02/09 at 12:10 PM Don't despair yet, George..there's still life in the wilderness of advancing age...grab it, before you can't. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/02/09 at 03:49 PM Every year I have to do more and more to stay in shape! (Maybe it just seems like more!) Great commentary on the aging bones! |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 04/03/09 at 11:52 PM I'm running out of season's myself. Great poem, George. My POTD pick for today. |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 04/07/09 at 02:32 AM ... you - but you are immortal! |
