Ripples.

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline 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
  • Views: 19
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  • Michael Edwards

    Fine work - as you get older the ripples turn into wrinkles.

    • Goldfinch60

      They surely do Michael.

    • orchidee

      A fine write again Gold.

    • MrNobody40

      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.

      • Goldfinch60

        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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