I find solace
in reading poetry
written one thousand years ago
the same grief
the same laughter
the same drunken reverie
to know life
then as now
is a moment of joy
amid years of sorrow
is somehow reassuring
to this old man
passing through
quiet moments in nature
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Leonard Durso 
Most beautiful wordings,dear zduno!! Where were you wandering still now.your suddenly appearance on my blog is big surprise for me and my lost gift as you are gifted is given by this New Year.Happy New Year,My Dear Leonard Durso🌹🌲🌻🌺🌷💐🌷🌻🌲🌹i am most happy to see you again.💗
Thank you. Happy New Year to you, too.
Ah…passing through. Lovely, but scary, that nothing really changes.
And yet reassuring in a way, too.
Yes!
Thanks, Jim.
It is always good to be reminded that we are not alone.
Not alone then and now and most likely going forward.
It seems extraordinary how human nature can experience the same emotions and explore the same thoughts today as centuries ago – but then I think how Homo sapiens has been around for forty thousand years – or more depending on how we define ourselves. Culture changes doesn’t it. Sometimes very rapidly. But the psychology seems consistent.
You’ve set me thinking Leonard, but I’m being incoherent. Time to shut up and simply wish you a happy new year.
Happy New Year to you, too, John. And I understand being incoherent. I find myself there at times, too.
A must-share as this old woman gratefully shuffles into yet another year.
I like your use of “gratefully.” So true.
Beautifully written dear 💛
Thank you.
You are most welcome ❤️