Degraded Humility (Poem)

She, the wise old woman stares
at a former city with nightmares
left. Will good times ever return?
Or will this city forever burn?
She sees light of hope left
as armored ones fight with theft. Continue reading “Degraded Humility (Poem)”


What’s the Point of Old Age?

I once had the chance to attend this get-together of people in the age range of twenty-five to twenty-eight. One phrase kept on creeping in that evening. “We’re so old!”

Old? Excuse me. For me, being old meant being close to death as a result of the body slowly crumbling from the passage of time.
Continue reading “What’s the Point of Old Age?”

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