notsokrates

a life of cheerful simplicity

A poem on reaching 40

I stumbled on this poem I wrote when I turned 40.

First day at forty
Looking out and looking back
A big sky – high with spackled clouds
Evening rooftop in Jerez.

Haven’t thought of that these many years
Why suddenly now?

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This entry was posted on 25 April, 2015 by in poetry.
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