The Chair ~

 it's not

 an easy chair

that rocks

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“I dread no more the first white in my hair,

Or even age itself, the easy shoe,

 The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair,

Time, doing this to me, may alter too

 My sorrow, into something I can bear.”

Edna St. Vincent Milay

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And even to your old age I am he;

 and even to gray hairs will I carry you:

 I have made, and I will bear;

 even I will carry,

 and

 will deliver you.

Isaiah 46:4

The Peeling Away ~

"Such days of autumnal decline hold

 a strange mystery which adds to the

 gravity of all our moods.”

 Charles Nodier

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the yellowed leaves

another chapter finished

another tale told

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