May you live eternally, Betty.



I remember

when twenty-five years

was my whole lifetime.


Now a quarter century

is just another tumbleweed

bouncing down the street –


a little bit battered,

a lot more dust

but what wonderful kindling

I’ll be!



© 2019, 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 


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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 13, 2020, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Poetry, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

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