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A Senior Scribbler’s Murmurs

A proverb is the child of experience.
English proverb

American Excess. Don’t Live life Without It!

We can only go where our language leads us.

Writing takes time to stop it from passing.

Armageddon is so tomorrow.

First kiss, first book: romances that endure.

Fresh crush poems are sweet and lush.

The once ecstatic’s soon mere static.

Memories are gifts when one lives long.

Forgetting’s the cost of sluggish entropy.

Anger when old is best left cold.

Energy when eighty is unexpected hope.

Prayers to yourself are always answered.

Internet profusion leads to laziness.

Free things are soon despised.

Pain reminds me of the food chain.

The last detumescence: a male’s lost essence.

Nostalgia is so yesterday.

I finally realized why I’ve walked so slowly for so long:
terror at where the next step would take me.

Every step is a last step.

The happier you are, the sadder you'll be.

For every proverb there is an equal and opposite proverb.


Without old schools there are no new schools.