March 5, 2022 by Joseph E. Najera

I am 74 years old now,  

and I am drifting in and out of moments.

I am not sure what they mean,

what the silent muse is trying to show me.

I see imaginary moments

that never happened.

I see other moments too painful to imagine.

I see the weary face in the mirror, that tired old man with the graying and thinning hair.

The questions and doubts that I have battled throughout my time still haunt me.

Will all my sins be forgiven?

Are they even forgivable?

Will I ever be worthy?

Will I be remembered?

Countless, never-ending plagues of angst.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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