Stiff Gray Hairs

A poem of loss

Dennett
Crow’s Feet

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Photo by Irina on Unsplash

We don’t think of loss
when we’re young.
We may escape it entirely,
if fortunate shines our way.

If not, loss comes as shock
unexpected
unplanned
unthinking.

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Dennett
Crow’s Feet

I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.