“On Aging” by Maya Angelou
Sitting here and
Bored of course, I’m
Lonely, the
Schedule always the same
Just a name, not a person
Or apartment number where I
Live, not the home where I was
I wish sometimes I could go back
Wishing time away, I do now and then.
***
http://skepticskaddish.com/2026/07/08/w3-prompt-219-weave-written-weekly/
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hi, Cheryl❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Selma Martin, is live until Monday, July 27:
Much love,
David
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This poem truly touched my heart, Cheryl.
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hi, Cheryl❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Jaideep, is live until Monday (July 20):
Much love, David
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A sad poem. But an effective Golden Shovel!
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A wonderful golden shovel poem Cheryl ❤️
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Cheryl, the best part of your poem is how quietly it shows a person feeling unseen, lonely, and far from the life that once felt like home.
~David
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love this Cheryl 💕💕
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