Timeworn
Timeworn
I am an old gray woman,
Sit a moment and let me talk.
Let me wander to other times...
To other seasons...
Or maybe it was only yesterday.
I need someone to listen,
Let me pretend that you care...
About what I say...
About who I was...
About who I am...
Now I am an old gray woman,
But once I was part of a rainbow.
Published by Doreen Bradley Satter, RN
DOREEN BRADLEY SATTER, RN is a mostly-retired Registered Nurse, Artist, Published Author and Freelance Writer and has been writing for the Yahoo! Contributor Network for several years. She has one published... View profile
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7 Comments
Post a CommentWhat a lovely poem -Gray is beautiful.
THANK YOU so much everyone. I LOVE your comments!
Aw that is beautiful and I relate to it a lot. Beautiful and so well said. i love the I used to be a rainbow. I think you still are.
I like your poetry as well as your health articles.
Still colorful - in words and stories and poetry, etc . . .
Thanks, David. I agree entirely. Gray is very important!
Doreen-
From one no-longer-young person to another-
Gray is an important part of the rainbow! Without it, the other colors would gleam less brilliantly.
Without age, there can be no youth.
N'est pas?
Lovely poem.
David