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Inheritance

Contributed by spike on Saturday, 12th October 2013 @ 07:13:07 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems







I ache.

a man in his prime,
with stiff knees
and creaking back,
old before his time.

my fingers, like curlicues
once so adept
at fondling breasts and plucking strings,
now adolescent inept.

anxiety haunts my corners
like paranoia sown, while
muscles twitch and tremor
in a rhumba all their own.

I am tired. So tired.
nerves fire without pause
we live what we inherit,
regardless of the cause.






Copyright © spike ... [ 2013-10-12 19:13:07]
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Re: Inheritance (User Rating: 1 )
by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Sunday, 13th October 2013 @ 01:02:49 PM AEST
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we all inherit something from both our parents.
i pray for me it be nothing like you express in this poem.i like this a true poem by its writer.excellent.


Re: Inheritance (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 19th October 2013 @ 01:04:51 PM AEST
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Sounds like Parkinsons to
me. Very poetically and bravely delivered. Not like that namesake who sells death policies to the aged, and made a million bucks from asking questions to people who want to sell books


Re: Inheritance (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Monday, 21st October 2013 @ 07:59:16 AM AEST
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Well, Spikers - as always you give us
something to think about ...... or dread.

I trust these finely tuned arthritic phrases
are of the imagination?

Spud




Re: Inheritance (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 06:00:06 PM AEST
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ooooooooooooooooooo.............

hugs n' love nessa




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