Whose shoes are these anyway?: Dusk (poem)

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Dusk
By Nordette N. Adams

My father's walker clatters
on cold tile in my house.
No one can fix the broken wheel.

Scraping noise and clacks
rattle me to winces.
Mortality pokes my heels.

© 2010 Nordette N. Adams

Lessons for a Profligate Nation

Pinch pennies.

Bide your time because timing is everything.

The only job more thankless than the presidency is motherhood. Nobody sees you were right until decades later. -- Nordette Adams

Time is fleeting, and through its misuse we build our own prisons. -- Vérité Parlant aka Nordette Adams

Life is a winding road of lessons and opportunities. Wear good shoes. -- Vérité Parlant aka Nordette Adams

If happiness is within, why don't we bump into it more often? -- Vérité Parlant aka Nordette Adams

People love us as their capacity allows. -- Nordette Adams aka Vérité Parlant

Insincere prayers are spam in heaven. -- Nordette Adams

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Whose shoes are these anyway?

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Dusk (poem)

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