Judy and Sheila Crump after a Gospel Sing in Moncure 2016
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Being Wise Thirty-Five October 3, 2021
How many days? There could be years,
but not many, I think. I can still walk and
cook, read and write. Poems will spring
into being. I can still get the bread out of
the toaster when it gets stuck. I made
lasagna two days ago and lemon-ginger
tea yesterday. I teach classes. I go to the
post office and mail letters and bills. I’m
managing the higher dose of my medicine
I still do heel and toe walking. I have
friends–good ones. They comfort me. My
paintings remind me of my Russian
friends. Some have left this world, but I
still feel their love. I leave my writings
behind me. So many books which were
never published, but thirty which were.
I’ve recognized greatness in others. Let
everything be told. I’m not afraid. I’ll
do my best while I live, however long,
and time will tell. It always does.
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