I don't vacation
in Babylon anymore.
The ticket prices soared
and the trip
almost killed me.
Years of
debauchery weren't
good for the soul.
The only gold I
want now is the
autumn leaves and
the buttery summer corn,
and the shimmer on the
lake at sunset.
I'm getting older and
my heart is stronger.
It beats like a
childs, seeing
green for the first
time.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Time shaves slices off me continually as I age, and I would hope (perhaps for others to judge) the resultant sculpture becomes finer for that….I like to think so anyway.
I can relate to your description of that process.
Thank you, Dave. I appreciate you.
Beautiful, specially the second stanza!!
Thank you so much.
Each day we gow older Thomas the more grateful we are for the life we are leading.
Andy
So true. Thank you, kind sir.
Finally you came to your senses, lol amazing there is such an appreciation of moving up in age when we get to appreciate the simple things of life, when we are young we just seem to overlook the simple pleasures, we call it the rat race in London, fortunately by the age of 28 I left it all to go live in the beauty of the countryside, it's also a mind decision because I chose to go see all the beauty, and I've never looked back. Now I shall shut up! LoL wonderful dear Thomas as you always do you mezmerize me and get my mind churning 🌹 thank you, you certainly are a rich man, in turn your reader feels the same.
You are the sweetest. I learned the hard way, trust me. lol. I appreciate you. Thank you, sweet Teddy.
The natural world has much wealth to offer. Sadly some never see it. You have found it. Great read Thomas.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Ahh Babylon - the Co-op, a medium sized supermarket, you mean! Or a corresponding USA store. lol.
Dang it if I don't get mowed down by one of them electric wheelchairs soon, while shopping. lol.
Lol. Thank you.
There shall yet old men and old women dwell in the streets of Jerusalem, and every man with his staff in his hand for very age.
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this poem truly inspired me !! excelent work !
Thank you so much. I'm glad.
Ageing takes its toll and Babylon isn't all that it was cracked up to be. Good write my friend
True. Thanks for stopping by.
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