Existence, a Poem

Reflecting on life here, translated…

My Limited Wisdom is Only Enough

For Me to Discover Just How Tiny I am

MY Legs Can Only Get Me to the

Edge of the Oceans

My Eyes, Can Only Reach Up to

Those Nights Filled with Stars in the Skies

My Tongue Can Only Taste

The Various Flavors of Life

what do you see???  Not my photograph…

And, My Arms Can Only Be Around

Just One Woman

My Life is Only,

An Existence, of My Own

A philosophical approach to what the self entails, and, this is probably only reached, by the time you arrived at midlife, because, before midlife, you’d still, LACKED the experiences, the wisdoms, to come to such conclusions about your own life.

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