I Don’t Have Words

Not the first time do I realize that I haven’t grown enough

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

The putting down of words has become a big part of my life, a regular habit, like bodily functions, or moving the clutter of old age from one room to another. The words I choose, were they friends, wear their hair long, dropped out of school, defied parental authority, and were dismissive of life’s shortness. As the same words…