A Ripened Age Poem by Paul Perkins
A Ripened Age
I've reached a ripened age of little left to save.
Value - Importance - Need
All words that slowly or rapidly can change in meaning.
The gift we have within is living in peace without.
Receive freely without charge. There are no expectations
from the golden years. The years are golden not because
of fortunes once grasped, but by what the soul has grasped
and now can be released.
everything was there as the shining sun now on the sunless sea it's a grey the years gather moss of reminiscent instead of golden lee
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5/22/2024 10:34:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very impressive write, Paul Perkins. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.