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there are days I’m too old for the world
when it outspins the pace of my stride
and I find that my forward moves backward
living more in the past than the present
perceiving my future as memories
of days when I ran and will run yet again
at the speed of the racing equator
when values I held and will hold yet again
made ethical guideposts reliable
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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Love this poem.
Jim
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thanks Jim
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love it
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happy you do, Bee
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WOW, I like this a lot (maybe because I live in a kind of mixed reality, as far as time is concerned).
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thanks so much, Jael
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Excellent!
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appreciate that
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This poem really resonates with me. I find myself, more and more, reaching back to the past when I thought I could understand the world. Indeed, there are often times when I feel too old for this world.
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nostalgia seems to hold me tighter as I grow older
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“there are days I’m too old for the world”
indeed, I feel this way as well sometimes….and you have a few years on me. Come to think of it my best friend who is almost 20 years my senior told me, when we first met, that I have an old soul. I was still a teenager then.
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I think we old souls have the most difficult time with modernity
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Sweet sentiments.
With you there.
I guess the world’s rotation (change, shifts) has been so long/protracted it is unable to tell if it’s rolling forwards or backwards.
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with my state of health, backwards is the only motion I can muster
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Hmmm…………….. My hearty prayers are with you, Paul. I must say that my mind also feels that way at times. But I find some respite in letting go and trusting in someone else mighty enough to help. And the only One that shows is the same God the world has scorned and set it on its backward path.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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The musings born of a backward glance – superb.
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it’s the gear of geezerhood, it seems
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Oh I LOVE this too–exactly how I feel.
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happens to all of us eventually
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I love this! It’s the convergence of nostalgia and grace 🙂
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thank you most kindly, Shirley
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The world is certainly outspinning the pace of my stride at the moment. I’m being kicked in the stomach daily by events at home and abroad. The whole thing is like a car crash that I cannot tear my eyes from, while at the same time being increasingly bewildered by it all. The guideposts are becoming less and less reliable.
Great poem. Thank you.
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these are somber times, indeed – appreciate your thoughtful comments
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Loved this piece. So relatable
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thanks kindly
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I am starting to feel this way sometimes as well 😉 😮
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you’re much too young for such notions
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I treasure that 🙂
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