The stone is cast into the water
Like a new birth,
The ripples flow from the impact,
Your life has begun.
Each ripple starts quickly
Extending your knowledge and experience.
The small ripples get larger
As your life continues,
The larger the ripples become
That middle age satisfaction is with you.
The ripples slow down
As you proceed into old age,
The ripples reach calmness
As you life comes to its conclusion,
Knowing that it will continue,
As you have cast stones
Into the water,
On the journey through your life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2018 03:14
- Comment from author about the poem: The ripples of Oscar Peterson's music still pull me to its heart.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Fine work - as you get older the ripples turn into wrinkles.
They surely do Michael.
A fine write again Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Really nice. Im 35 and starting to notice my facial hair turning grey and white. 🙂 Havent decided how i feel about it yet. This puts it into perspective a little.
Age is nothing to worry about, and certainly a bit of colour on the face is an asset. I guy I used to work with many years ago grew a beard it was black like his hair but in the middle of it was a white streak about half an inch wide. He was only in hos twenties.
I am seventy now and I often say to people that yes I have some grey hair showing but I have fewer grey hairs than my YOUNGER brother.
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