Growing old either one shouts
To make others listen
Or one mumbles to oneself
Cares not if one is heard.
Or sits in silence to enjoy
The beauty of gorgeous dawn
And husky sunsets,
While all the commotion of the world
Slowly drowns in wild whimsical breeze.
12.28.2022
returned to read this poem again and drink its beautiful compassionate truths
While all the commotion of the world drowns in wild whimsical breeze it is blissful to watch the beauty of gorgeous dawn and husky sunsets. Quite beautiful
I WAS enjoying 'sitting in silence' ten minutes ago, but then my wife said my browser was on her PC screen, so I dragged myself over here to get back to your poem. bri ;)
Now, if only ALL people could have a 'pleasant' and peaceful death, and leave no chores behind for others to finish, EXCEPT the counting of the piles of money left behind and the ice cream in the freezer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
may I sit in silence and enjoy! ! ! ! --extraordinary piece of writing--both lovely and wise--top marks and faved