Old man, your eyes closed
you sit, staring nowhere
Open your eyes, see
what you are missing
That sad song, you hum
under your breath
brings rain, but
also too many tears
Old man, your eyes closed
you sit, staring nowhere
Don’t sit so still
for death will find you, and
across your lips, will write
all those silent words
only Grandmother Moon understands
Stop now, don’t follow her
to that place
where all shadows end
Our hearts still love you
Stop now, open your eyes
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Dan: Thanks and glad you’re back, and hopefully you had a GREAT trip.
Yeah…
Z: Thanks. Looking forward to your piece. Health!Don
I corresponded with a lady this morning who felt that she would have regretted doing many things if she had done them. I firmly believe that we need to do those things that draw us to them.
Loved the poem and I am on my way to write a quick piece about my morning conversation.
Blessings to you and the poetry you touch others hearts with.
Thanks so much Aurora, Kai, and Polona. Appreciate your comments very much.
beautiful and thought-provoking.
very nice
Good one. It’s very important to live in the present.
Don, it’s Kai’s birthday today! Thought you might like to send her some birthday wishes.
Floots: Thanks. You are heardly an old man. You and I have more youthfulness than many men in their 20s an 30s.
regrets – and opportunites yet to be
there is value in both
enjoyed this
(as an old man myself) 🙂