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How strange it seems, that old age follows youth!
when all the world seemed one's own, at that time,
with time enough to seek a higher truth -
who'd guess the stairs so steep, so slow to climb?

Worn carpets and worn kneecaps are old age
- and yet, a blessed time for life of mind:
for those who wish, a different sense of wage;
free-chosen universal work to find;

and yet more blessed still: that earth-bound soul
to meet and greet, and work its soil and flowers;
to live with gratitude; and scan the whole
to find that One which proves the whole world ours.

As iron age yields to the gold of truth,
so our old age may find within, true youth.

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Pradeep Dhavakumar 07 April 2005

Excellent sonnet.Didn't quite understand 'As iron age yields to the gold of truth' but still its pretty good.Well written.thank you.

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Lynn Cowman 15 June 2005

What A Wonderful Read... I enjoyed this very much, A very talented, well thought out piece.. Lynn ~

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Raynette Eitel 18 April 2005

This is beautiful, Michael. I especially loved the final couplet. At my age, I understand this poem way too well, especially the part about 'worn carpets and worn kneecaps.'

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ha ha ha, Microsoft! this was fantastic! i'm off to Boots to get some hair dye. should i pick some up for you? Jake

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Pradeep Dhavakumar 07 April 2005

Only heard about that Michael.Dont know much.

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Michael Shepherd 07 April 2005

Pradeep - the saying of many gurus that despite living in the kaliyuga externally, we may live in the satyuga internally...but you know more about this than I do?

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