My life continues into its evening,
The night time is drawing me towards it.
The body feels its age,
And some things cannot be done
But the mind is still active.
The eyes can see the glory of nature,
The wonder of art.
The ears can hear the music,
The music that touches my soul.
And the fingers can write these words.
So in my world of age,
All is well.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a reflection on age and knowing that all is good.
- Category: Reflection
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Thanks for caring & sharing ANDY ~ Love the song and love the BYRDS ! It reminds us that the cycle of life is inevitable for all of us from the Cradle to the Grave ~ I hope to see 2083 (100) but I might be called home to Glory today ! We have to cherish every hour of every day ~ AMEN ~ Yours JOHN !
Thank you Brian, I will be waiting for you in the cycle of love fe.
Yes Andy, there is a season for all things. Great poem, and great song.
There certainly I’d AP. THANK YOU.
A fine write, Gold!
Enjoyed the song!
Let the music play
to soothe our soul!
~Laura~
Much appreciated Laura.
Great write GF! Glad to hear all is well with you. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you Christina, I got out of bed this morning so all is well.
Good write Gold. Ohh, but we're both millions of years old! Not evening yet. Only about 5 minutes past midnight of a new day! heehee.
Know what you mean though! Arghhh a birthday soon for me. And I'm dreading KP's Valentine!
Thanks Orchi. I hope you get KP something relevant for Valentines Day.
Well written and expressed
Thank you Tony.
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