FREEDOM FROM PERFECTION
Every day,
I fight the forces of nature.
I watch my hair turn grayer,
see my waistline disappear,
notice my height diminish, ever so slightly.
I try to fight the signs of aging,
with hair dye, vitamins and diets.
And then I remember a simple truth.
You took me as I was and take me as I am.
You never signed on for perfection.
You give me the freedom to be me.
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FREEDOM SINGS
The song of freedom
can be sometimes hard to hear
when we don’t listen.
FREEDOM REMAINS
Much has been said
about our freedom disappearing
beneath the dome of Congress.
But as long as we remain
steadfast in our devotion
to the beliefs of our founding fathers,
our freedom remains intact.
Alan, thank you so much for bringing your blog to my attention. What an inspiration for all who engage in the writing and teaching of poetry!
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