Helen sent this to me years ago. It is so beautiful I thought I would reprint it.
Walking straight.
A challenge? Who would guess?
The brilliance of our gyroscope -
Its praises unsung, is a quiet miracle.
I stagger now and list left-wise.
Loopily, my destinations reached.
But I see eyebrows raised…
My aura broadcasts “Oddball”
Aging brings gifts in its wrinkled basket.
Becoming invisible was an unexpected pleasure.
Different again - I’m sticking out.
Looking crazy, looking drunk.
What did you say? I can’t hear you either.
Whisper something in the good ear.
Something kind.
© Helen McHargue 2016
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Harrier
4 comments:
I resemble that statement
I'm so flattered. Thank you.
Several people have called me personally to tell me how much they loved your poem, Helen.
Oh I like this very much.
Deli guy.
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