Discovering Gold
Hear many complain
about lack of gold
in these ‘golden’ years.
Did it myself for a bit
of time, until I found
vein of precious metal
running through my days.
Very real nuggets of that
priceless commodity called
Freedom, hidden in often
dank, dark cave of living.
No longer buried in shadows
of what others might think
or say, I choose now
to go my own way.
No longer prodded and poked
by obligation, I say, “Thank you,
but no.” Then go where
I want, when I want, and speak
of my thoughts, feelings,
as I choose. Am often amused
by how much I really enjoy that.
Others speak of what has been
lost, agility of youth, unaware
of how little the cost to choose
real pay dirt in getting old.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/23/2018
Image is a photo-kalie: photo of yellow-gold leaves floating in river, then put through the kaleidoscope app.
Poem is posted at Waiting on Words: Word for day 23 is freedom
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Soul's Music 
Yes! When I turned 50 (that was 20 years ago, the blink of an eye), I felt a certain sense of empowerment I had not felt before. And it was a good thing. There was flexibility and breathing space, and I became stronger & more confident. I really related to this piece, Elizabeth.
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50 was a magic age for me, too. Suddenly, I didn’t care, or realized the opinions of others didn’t form me. Boy, that was a slow lesson for me! I related to this piece, too. Thanks, Elizabeth for your words.
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