I’ve been practicing what it feels like to be an old man for years now. An old man with all the good parts, none of the bad. The pace that is measured, unrushed. Days that spill out like a cracked egg always the same, always not. The solace of being left all alone. But also […]
Take a look at my life, I’m a lot like you — Bill Pearse
I saw this poem and liked it. While Bill is looking at aging, I thought it aligned well with becoming disabled.
Walking the Rails 