worn and wounded
in my notes
I found this phrase
what is worn is not always wounded
I’ve been staring at it
for some time now
trying to decide
if I agree
(and I think I wrote it)
I think I was thinking
about library lions
whose tails are worn
by the affectionate
of book lovers
and small children
then a question came
from a friend
I’m tired
when can I quit
and I thought
we are always wounded
what’s worn
what’s not worn
what’s worn out
how I wish I were
close enough to put
my arms around them
but I am far away
I can only send words
well-worn words
I love you my friend
tonight
worn and wounded
feel the same
Peace,
Milton
you are always here, and always awake!