Ageing

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Shrunken woman
Crooked with age
Wise sage
Who walks the ways
Within I fear to tread
You read the stars
Set in my head
My eyes you open
See through dark
My living losses
Linger stark you know
The parting
Of my thighs
My kernelled heart
You open wide
Hear pitch of sorrows
Note in sighs
Of things I never
Got to do
Before you beckoned
You who drew
To places that I quake
To go
You know and yet
You show
That I must walk
As you and only
You be true
To me
My destiny
To be is this
A crone
An ultimate and lone
Old woman
I come home

©K Barr

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