I both love and dread <br />My Sixty-something life, <br />Which is sometimes <br />A measured treasure, <br />But always a <br />Well-learned repetition. <br />Calling to me from <br />An exotic dream. <br /> <br />A well-remembered love life, <br />One which is an ancient dream... <br />Lived in countless lives, <br />Long past, <br />Gleaned from all <br />My Long-ago memories. <br /> <br />For love has turned out <br />To be a four-letter puzzle, <br />With weary repetition <br />And well-learned trivial words. <br />However, words, <br />And Empty memories, <br />Don't keep me warm at night. <br /> <br /> <br />(7/7/7)<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sixty-something-life/
