I am not old, but getting close enough to feel spurred on by some favorite lines from a favorite poet:
"An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress."
-Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium"
Even in my early years at college, I loved these lines from Yeats. Now into my 60s, I find them profoundly inspiring. My poetry is me clapping my hands and singing.
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Kevin Hadduck has been publishing poetry for over twenty-five years, with poems appearing in a variety of journals, for example: Journal of the American Medical Association; Wisconsin Review, South Dakota Review, Plainsong, Prairie Schooner, The Sow's Ear, First Things, Theology Today, The Christian Century, Blue Unicorn, and others. He and his wife, Linda, live in Clay Center, Kansas. They recently moved to Kansas from Montana to be closer to family.