At Seventy Five

by Joan

As I tread each year

with inexplicable faith,

the only thing I know

with any certainty

is life’s vast uncertainty.

                                                          JDG

 

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2 comments on “At Seventy Five”

  1. Betty Booker Morriss says:
    December 8, 2017 at 4:40 pm

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

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  2. LuAnne Holder says:
    December 8, 2017 at 3:18 pm

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

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