In everyone's mind
A story is written
From the day we are born
With sound, smell and vision
Unlike a book
No presuppositions
Every day is the turn of a page
Some filled with laughter
Some filled with rage
Gathering wisdom
Getting better with age
All good books
Will one day decay
Even great classics
Have bindings that fray
Snow-white pages
Fading to grey
Once past their prime
Our minds will forget
With the passing of time
Less recollect
Life once sublime
Becomes derelict
That's right... so simple yet reveals the depth... [all things shall pass away...]
Great lines! Really a poignant bit of verse on aging. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
These are arresting thoughts about ageing, which includes me. Sometimes I think that I have got better and gained a lot as I got older. So far my memory is as good as ever. A most stimulating poem.
Thanks for the comment Michael. This was written while a full time carer for my mum who suffers from dementia. As the disease progressed I eventually could not keep up the level of care she required and she is now in an aged home. She has lived a remarkable life and this was written with the intention of honoring that. I wish you many healthy years to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful description of aging and changing rhythms of time. This is the first time I read your poem. Welcome to PH. Thank you for introducing yourself to us. Appreciate your comment on my poem. Enjoy your poetry writing time.