Age comes to us all,
There is nothing we can do,
Nothing we can do to stop it.
But it is not a burden
It is a harvest,
A harvest of experiences,
Experiences we have had,
Had in each day of our lives.
So as we get older we get wrinkles,
Wrinkles on our faces
And they show all the maps,
The maps of the journeys,
The journeys we have travelled,
Travelled in our long lives.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
a true and simple message
We are noting more than our experiences and what they have made us. A lovely write Andy
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