At Seventy Five

As I tread each year

with inexplicable faith,

the only thing I know

with any certainty

is life’s vast uncertainty.

                                                          JDG

 

This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “At Seventy Five

  1. Betty Booker Morriss says:

    Joan, Are you a Dec. 8th birthday babe aka born on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception?

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  2. So with you on this one, Joan. I am suspecting you had a birthday. Happy birthday!

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