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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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
a true and simple message
Most kind Norman, thank you.
Andy
most welcome
We are noting more than our experiences and what they have made us. A lovely write Andy
So true soren, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
If we are lucky to grow old it is in fact a harvest of wisdom and experience, my mother loved Mario Lanza 🌹
Yes we are lucky to get old Teddy, Mary and I feel so lucky in our old ages.
Andy
You are as young as you feel, as the old English saying goes. (Wink) 💜 💜
The art of life cartography... an essential life skill. Lines and wrinkles will reveal what the apt cartographer can read. 🙏🕊️
So true Rik, thank you.
Andy
Welcome, Andy 🕊️🙏
Love this. Resonates with me as the aging process became intent over the last few years.
Much appreciated Katie, thank you.
Andy
The harvest can be truly bountiful if life is lived well. And then of course there’s tea and also chocolate 🍫 to help us along the way 🤗💐😁
Very true Nafisa, thank you.
Andy
you are always welcome..!!
And someday they will become stories passed down to the younger generation.
Hopefully very true Samprikta, thank you.
Andy
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