Authentic Presence!

What in the hell does that mean in this crazy plastic society?


Grey -haired-ladies

Grace the white weatherboards:


triumphing  eighty years

in unassuming suburbs

of yesterday’s Melbourne.


A no-nonesense-down-to-earth

warmth of times bygone and now

with a dignity unknown

to those of more prestigious

past and present.


It is the homeliness,

the relaxed conversation

fast disappearing  from pit-stop houses

lining deserted streets

in the rambling scrambling

flurry of heart-attack -pace.


A strong -aged beauty

anchors mann-abandoned homes;

to nurse a dying son or requiem

prematurely the broken candle,

warm with memories that gently

caress lives drained by death.


Time’s wisdom graces

the white weatherboards

supporting waiting generations;

progressively unlinked  to those of their age,

communicating an epoch that fades

into  a solitary  past life.


Grey -haired-ladies!

Will you grace our lives

with relaxed conversation, soothing

the aches of our pit-stop-lives,

anchoring us with earthy humanity

before we decay in deserted streets?



Author: privatepersonblog

Late Diagnosed Autistic looking thru' kaleidescope of life aka A.Morand

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