Slipping

The brake has been on for years
But it must be slipping.
Have I forgotten my fears?
My memory must be skipping.
Have I also forgotten my tears
As into hope my thoughts go dipping?

I have been on earth a while;
Perhaps I don’t act as I should.
I feel my psyche beginning to smile
Again, as I thought it never would,
It’s like he has my number, to dial
Straight to my soul, like he should.

I’ve never thought age really mattered,
What does he think about it?
Through his words wisdom is scattered
As if into an old soul he would fit.
He knows isolated and battered
Though there is life and laughter in his wit.

Do I release the brake, do I take the chance?
Is it fair to him…or to me?
Do I seek friendship or dare yearn for romance?
Is the answer ever easy to see?
For sure it has been happenstance
So just yet I am not ready to flee.

Life has taught me to take time,
To be honest, open, to enjoy the now
Given to two who met over wine.
Without worry about the how.
With focus on minds and hearts sublime,
Discovery and joy the noble vow.

So… maybe my heart knows how to live, if I get out of the way.

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About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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