Old Things


Civilization is a stubborn child,
Learning by accident
What was not inherited,
What was forgotten as generations passed.

Culture rises and falls
And that which is new,
No matter how low,
Inevitably supersedes the old,
No matter how noble.

Now we are technological
And our children barely know what to do
With paper and pen,
With a book,
These old things,
Falling, falling away.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Low Moments


In my low moments I feel it tugging me,
Tugging me.
Not so much when I was young,
Though at times it could be overpowering.
Not so much when I was middle-aged,
Though at times it could be overpowering.

Now,
As I enter my final days,
I feel it tugging me,
Tugging me,
Constantly,
Reminding me things are being worn out
That cannot be replaced.
Reminding me nothing can change the inevitable.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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I Think Of You


When I grow weary of you,
Thinking of you,
Longing for you,
Resigned to exhaustion and defeat,
I think of you.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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This Flower


I give you this flower,
Individual,
Containing all flowers,
Containing all my love,
Which cannot be contained.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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