What a wonderful and humbling
learning process life itself extends
growing older, bolder, colder
yet far from being a god's soldier
new chapters open
perhaps a little more slowly
than when hands of youth
turned the pages
and now learning that pride
is a very expensive commodity
i surrender to the warmth
of humanity all around
maybe in these days left
i will find the treasures of
relaxation and acceptance
worshiping quietly all they encompass
do we ever cast off the taint
of our parents bias and cruelty
passed onto us in all innocence
for they know not what they do
beyond the pulse of procreation
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dusk arising (
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A question worth asking fills your last lines Dusk in this heart-tugging and exceptional verse lauding acceptance - as life unfolds we learn if we are wise that all humanity deserves warmth of empathy because of inheritance. This gem must be in my list of favourites and so in it goes.
I know some of the things my parents did to me have left deep scars even into these late years but they didn't have the opportunity to do anything but pass on the way they were raised. Life teaches us much and much of that is to be kind to ourselves and forgiving. Honoured to have this in your favourites, thank you Fay.
The line "growing older, bolder, colder" may just become my new motto.
Hey Dusk, it's nice to read your poems again, this one is so real that it got me right in guts.
"for they know not what they do
beyond the pulse of procreation"
Jeez, talk about it.
Loved it, thxxx
You got it with this one. And if you feel older, bolder and colder then don't forget to smoulder with passion too, time runs out. Thanks Rocky.
Very true d a, in our now long lives we can look back and see the errors but now our experience can show us the correct way we need to go in our lives.
Andy
Blimey, it can take a long time though! Give my regards to the Avon.
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