(c) 2017 Edward York
I stood to face the mirror,
It left me feeling strange.
I examined the reflected image,
And noticed all the change.
Aches and pains have settled in,
Sometimes it's hard to stand.
Smooth skin has been replaced by rough,
Like the wind erodes the sand.
I used to like the excitement,
Experiencing all of life's joys.
Now, I seek more solitude,
Just to escape the noise.
My face has gained some wrinkles,
But I've learned not to care.
It seems to match perfectly,
To the graying in my hair.
I take life a little slower,
While others are rushing past.
I realize the things I'm missing,
When moving through too fast.
Some say that age brings wisdom,
We've just learned the things it takes.
We didn't get any smarter,
We just remember our mistakes.
- Author: lasergraph ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2018 12:00
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
Age is the process or ripening and who wants a sour apple? Great write Lasergraph.
A fine write laser.
Lasergraph, you expressed very beautifully what many of us 'advanced age' experience. But that is only the outside. Inside we are ageless and wrinkle-less!
Thank you, L, for this beautiful poem. I must say I remain young at heart.
I want to give thanks to all here is my poetic family. I too am young at heart, I don't feel old, maybe a few aches and pains. We have a unique chance to tell our history to those who have come after us, but like we were at that age, they probably won't listen.
Wow totally awesome as u age gracefully , enviable rhyming n flow. Enjoyed it so much and it is inspiring even to us who would join u sooner or later. Kudos.
Pleez do review my latest poem titled, "play it on your lips"
Wow totally awesome as u age gracefully , enviable rhyming n flow. Enjoyed it so much and it is inspiring even to us who would join u sooner or later. Kudos.
Pleez do review my latest poem titled, "play it on your lips"
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