My dear T'ai Chi friend Pat ( who is 84 years young ) has just begun writing poetry. What an inspiration to all of us to keep learning and growing.
THE ATTIC
In dreams, when young,
I was mostly
lost, frustrated;
held back, too late.
But sometimes,
just sometimes,
I wandered through a house
familiar (yet not familiar)
room after room,
until
I pushed a door
into an attic
and leapt and leapt
between floorboards and skylight,
finding what was forgotten
brought such pure joy.
Now, in my dreams
there are problems,
puzzles,
but I am there, solving them.
Is this progress?
Pat Francis
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