by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 10, 2017 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 19, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Getting old Is not for the mild or meek Tough road lies ahead bolstered From those already dead. Aches and pains constant Even if only in your head Hip replaced, arteries clogged Fingers arthritic and sometimes The mind is just a smog. That’s when you think of...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 15, 2013 | Poetry
All three in a row Sitting, resting nowhere to go. Pleasant and mild The height of haute style Sitting, resting Certainly to be there awhile. Ah, doesn’t it make you smile. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2013