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Old Forgotten Ways so many old wayshave been forgottenscattered in the dustof ages past the artistry and skillsof early peoplesthat have been lost forever mankind has chosenthe easy waysthe quickest ways blessings to thosewho have preservedand still usethe old forgotten ways ~The Tennessee Poet~©Walt Page 2021 All Rights Reserved

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The Comfort Of Age there is a special comfortalways found in an old pair of shoeswell broken inleather softened by timeit's the same for old t-shirtsthe ones that you will never throw awayeven through they may be ripped and torn it seems like most thingswere made better in years pastbut progress demanded speed and increasedcheaper...

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Her Geriatric Lover He was old and she was youngmany years ago their love had begun he bought her a guitarand she started to strumas she playedhe began to hum age is only a number when you're in lovelove came to them on the wings of a dovenothing on earth can tear them aparttheir love...

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When You're My Age age has a way of letting you knowyou're not as youngas you used to be you're supposed to feel grown upbut I just feel old life is full of questionswhen I was your ageI thought I had all the answersI have no answers now at my ageI'm grown upbut it sure...

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Aging Gracefully ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet Is it even possible to age gracefully?When you are in constant chronic pain?You just want pain relief,not a how to video on aging gracefully.Not everyday is a bad day,but most are.That's the difficult part for people to understand.We can't control our pain,our pain controls us.We each make...

Age – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

People say that age is just a number They are so wrong Age is so much more Age is photographs and memories Our beginning and our present But age is not our end Age is all we have been through All we have survived All we've won and all we've lost Age is all the...

One more Day

A lovely poem from my friend Michael. Please visit his blog at afterwards.blog. He’s a man of many talents!

Afterwards

As time draws near and daylight fades and night knocks on my door

To take my hand and lead away to far and distant shore

I know that I shall want one more, and beg that I may stay

to spend with you from waking hours until the end of day

To see you smile and hear your voice and watch you as you sleep

and laugh and love and cry and drink of all you are quite deep

and so to sunset one last time I hold you in my arms

and lovers promises I make and swear I’ll never harm

And in those moments faces lined and eyes still burning bright

I kiss your lips and say farewell and head into the night

without regret without remorse and love without relent

and thank you for your years and love and faith and life well spent

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The Old Broken Bridge

It's just an old broken bridge Crossing a snowy creek What traffic has it seen? How many souls have crossed its span? Where did it lead? How did it break? A walk through the country Brought me to here To see the beauty of age Just waiting to be shared This snow covered bridge Has...

Walking Through My Memories

As I grow older I look back on my life Memories of younger days that make me smile Piano lessons, trying a trumpet, didn't work for me Finally the drums and I knew what I'd be Playing in bands, high school and college Rock and roll bands and big bands too Marching bands and symphony...