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The Rain, and All It Knows

I complained about my ankle that always protests
when a chill wind wraps around me.

She offered her umbrella against the rain,
and put her hand to my mouth,

saying "If you're quiet, you can see things
you'll distinctly remember now that you're older."

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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Rula

Rula

3 weeks 3 days ago

Hello Anthony

I wish I can say that she isn't right, but unfortunately I definitely agree with her, we all get older and this is a bitter truth.You really have a way to express the thoughts in simple words and that I really appreciate!

Thank you for sharing this one!

Geezer

Geezer

3 weeks 3 days ago

Yes...

the rain and the pain, remind me of the days gone by. Now that I am older, the things that I thought little to nothing about, those little bumps and bruises, broken bones, all remind me of what happened so many years ago. Good work, you gave me a few quiet moments, where I remember how foolish I had been. ~ Geez.

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