Fate Most Foul

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    Fate Most Foul

    Born during the Great Depression
    A life long lived
    Buried almost all my children
    Not much memory left in my head
    Reverting back to my child like state
    I have to depemd on others for all my needs
    I have discovered that getting old is a Fate Most Foul

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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