Age, Wisdom And Peace Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The silvered hair, a crown of snow,
Hides gardens where deep wisdom grows.
A mind that wanders, wide and free,
Embraces more than you can see.

The rush of youth, a hurried stream,
Gives way to pools of quiet dream.
The angry wave, the anxious fear,
Softens to whispers, calm and clear.

Though names may fade, like distant stars,
A peaceful light transcends all scars.
Contentment blooms, a gentle flower,
In life's late, sunlit, golden hour.

Memory may slip, a fleeting thing,
But understanding starts to sing.
A broader view, a wider scope,
Holding on to joy and hope.

The heart grows calm, the spirit still,
The contentment cup begins to fill.
Less anger flares, less worry bites,
Replaced by softer, gentler lights.

Peace settles deep, a quiet grace,
A smile upon an aging face.
The journey long, the lessons learned,
A tranquil soul, forever burned.

T.M.Solvang