Sometimes I live in a fantasy; a world of my creation where people are more generous kind and helping others. It isn’t that this generosity and good spirit does not exist; It’s that we need more of it, and I am saddened by the ill feeling and conflict in so many areas. I see […]
Withered Fruit
by stewart
In some ways, I am like that berry
that has stayed long on the vine.
My ripe days in the sun
have past.
Watching others be picked
and going on
has left me tired and heavy-hearted.
Is there a recipe
that calls for a withered fruit.
This I do not know
and wonder;
will I ever make it to a table
or remain in this shadowy place?
-SB
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