There was a time
The universe expanded before me
Choice was a luxury
Youth my companion
Direction meaningless
Lost in the sparkle of the stars
Lately the vastness of that universe
Has shrunk before my eyes
The galaxies of choice
Have turned to
Cold hollow moons
Planets of necessity
Funny how small
My world has become
The luxury of time
Exists on fewer and fewer
Planes of existence
In this world and the next
The choices are not the same
As in the days of
Gauzed-wrapped visions
Candy-sweet dreams
Jobs and friends and goals
Now have razor edges
Options have narrowed
Doors once open
Now request verification
Of paths followed
And stars wished upon
In duplicate form
I can no longer shuffle the cards of
Destiny and Delusion
The games have been chosen
Hands have been dealt
Bets are hedged
The world is keeping score
I must play the hand dealt
Watch the glow of dawn
Twist into curls of dusk
Time no longer my friend
Its shadow the scent of musk
Choice is mine no more
My vision has become blurred
Memories have faded
My heart has been broken
By limitations of my body
And the changing of the guard
As they march into the fog
I never forget my heart
The journey that brought me here
I love and I cherish
I live and I learn
But cannot go back
To the land of never was
Even though hope fades
In the emptiness of dawn
And space of my soul
Reality bounds from the sky
Our star’s blinding glare
Reminding me of the truth
All I need to do is breathe
The universe, the stars
Will point the way
And the world of choice
Will open its doors
Once again.
Claudia Anderson, 2013
Humoring the Goddess 
wow ! But variety still can chance, it’s just harder than it may consume been at one period.
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Of course 🙂 Wish you all the best – speak766
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I think this is one of the nicest things anyone has said to me. I am blessed with a good life, fairly good health, and a craft that I love. Yet none of that gets us through the working world; I’d be too old, not enough education, not enough experience. So our choices do narrow as we get older. I also believe that as long as we keep making choices that make us and others happy, it doesn’t matter that the choices are fewer and fewer. I am finally doing what I love — writing — at work. It only took 64 years on this planet to make it so. So we can never give up. Thank you for your kind words.
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Wow, this is amazing. beautifully crafted. Your words really resonated with me. I agree – I feel like as we get older and we go through things, choices become more limited and we feel like we become stuck on a certain path in life. We stop dreaming and lose that hope that anything is possible. But change still can happen, it’s just harder than it may have been at one point. Really love this. Thank you for sharing. Wish you the very best – speak766
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Ohhhh…I never thought of it…you are doing the thinking for me! I just went in and added my name. HUGS TO YOU!!!
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why didn’t you sign with your name if you made it !!!?
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My poem about getting older. Many thanks!
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wow !!!!
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