My hair is laced with silver now
For time has seized my youth
I’ve lost the count of seasons passed -
The mirror shows the truth
With eyes that sleep in long repose
And limbs now void of tone -
The years have taken full their toll
As I am older grown
Yet in my heart there is a space
Where time does not accrue -
Where youthfulness does ever shine
And all the world is new
Where passion moves as much as when
My years were counted less -
And love does stir my weary soul
To sing with joyfulness
There too is set within my heart
A brightling star that shines -
And sweet the wine I’m sipping from
Fresh fruit upon the vines
So I will raise a glass to youth
And all the joy it brings -
Will sing a song to celebrate
The freedom of its wings
Oh, I will sing, yes I will sing
A song in praise of Spring
For Spring is ever in my heart
Such fortitude to bring
Then I will pray each morning that
Before I’m laid to rest
My soul shall ever be imbued
With youthful heart, so blessed
Sadness laced with silver hair Brightness shared with shining heart Passion moves with freedom wings And youthful heart blessed with golden thoughts
Yet in my heart there is a space Where time does not accrue - Where youthfulness does ever shine And all the world is new Very positive poem to feel youthful once again. Thank you.
Enjoyed reading this very wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing this lovely write. I have added this to my favourite poems.
A great poem, I too still feel youthful inside, but now my body shows the battle scars of life.
At first I thought this was going to be a very sad and melancholy piece but then you managed to imbue it with optimism and gentility at the face of natures change of fashions. stunning, as long as you have the heart of a child you can always sing. Great piece.
A splendid tribute to ageing, penned with grace and a wistful thankfullness.. There was beauty in its remakable flow
What a beautifully crafted poem. A joy to read, Valerie. And you make grey hairs sound so glamorous!
I truly enjoyed reading this poem, beautiful.. nice rhythm.
Another beautiful write Valerie. A good read to bring the new year in. A head laced with silver but a heart inlaid with gold. You so warmly penned words with such beauty and wisdom. Youth will not last forever but love and wisdom will endure! Enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be young at heart is to shine forever with joy of living and giving back your wisdom of experience that all life still has to offer! Beautiful write!