Wisdom…a poem

Old Earth, Old, Mother Earth

don’t have to be spoken
to understand
what happened
in the past
if we’re quiet
and sit very still
we can hear
the past from
those who have
lived through things
we didn’t even know
in America
is not valued
in women
but their wisdom
and beauty
exists nonetheless
the past is alive
in the holders of
those times
and we are fools
by our fascination
with youth
and by the
dislike and
dismissal of
to realize
what we
are throwing

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9 Responses to Wisdom…a poem

  1. RecoveryWise says:

    The beauty of a woman is truly an endless wellspring of wonder.

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