(c) 2017 Edward York
The old lighthouse stood on the shoreline,
Just resting on the rim.
The glass had yellowed from the years,
Its light long since gone dim.
The outside body was weathered,
From years of storms and sea.
But to be completely honest,
It was a little bit like me.
So many ships had passed on by it,
In all the years in which it stood.
The only thing left that's visible,
Is weathered stone and wood.
For so many years it was a beacon,
Its light shown out into the dark,
And now the grounds around it,
Has been turned into a park.
They say its aged with character,
With weathered lines that you can trace.
It still stands proud from where it's been,
With all the wrinkles on its face.
So please reserve your judgment,
For things not shiny new,
Cause someday in the future,
You may be like the lighthouse too.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I love old lighthouses, in fact I love old structures of all kinds. I flinch when I see the one staring back at me in the mirror but such is life.
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The photo was one my wife took on a ferry ride on the way to Juneau.
Old light houses can still radiate a special kind of light, as your fine poem portrays, l-g. I enjoyed it!
I love the character of them, like old covered bridges.
A fine write Laser. Are you at home, or as some folk, the lights are on but there's no one at home?! lol.
Ha ha, I have heard that lots. I love the character of lighthouses, the older the better.
So true - well written L
Thank you for reading.
Congratulations l! This is another fine piece of work. Lighthouses have character and so do you.
I do appreciate that. Lighthouses certainly have a history. It would be a fine story indeed if we could hear what has passed by their yellowed glass.
A beautiful and great dedication to our old light friends. Yes, they're old and weathered, but they have character. Many of the lighthouses these days are being restored by local "Friends of Lighthouses" groups. And I too love all old buildings. It's almost as though they have souls that attract our attention and hearts. I especially love vertical architecture such as lighthouses, towers and church steeples. There's just something so fascinating about them. ; )
I know that many are being restored. I hope not too much that they lose character and charm. Just enough to be safe so other can enjoy a visit. Thank you.
I believe one of the requirements is to keep the original charm of the lighthouses is very important to the restoration groups. ; )
LOL lasergraph... u want old?, boy have we got old ! ....... come to England/Wales/Scotland/Ireland .. oldRus.... nice writing.
I know, you have structures that have existed for centuries. I like old castles too. I know you have a good selection of those there too.
I loved this poem. I have an idea for us seniors.....let's put a picture of ourselves when young(er) on a placard and wear it wherever we go. I wonder what reaction we would get.
What do you think?
Ha ha, might be fun for sure. The kids still think they will be young forever but youth fades like the evening sun. Getting old isn't for sissies.
This hit home well done
I thank you. I am amazed and what journey my mind takes as I age, the memories that come and stay and seem important. The more I age the more I appreciate older things.
There is something very special about old lighthouses and, as you say, old buildings. If only they could talk to ud their experiences would be wonderful to hear. Good write.
I am partial to old, perhaps it's an age thing. Just because we are a bit rough on the outside doesn't mean we are done being productive.
Edward, your description of the lighthouse is just beautiful, but what I think is even better in your poem is how you relate that to us. Yes we have wrinkles, are lived in, but there is beauty in that too!
Our wrinkles tell our history, the things we have been through are written on our face. Thank you.
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