As We Become Old Poem by Dwayne Bailey
As We Become Old
Life it feels is closing in,
maybe Im close, to the bitter sweet end;
I truely feel I, am getting quite old,
I find myself tenitive, where I used to be bold.
I no longer feel, the hatred and rage,
I now feel more calm, and tempered with age.
So what ever the morrow, or the future may hold,
Whatever God blesses, my eyes to behold;
I will be forever thankful, for this life that I led,
For the love that I've felt, and the wife that I wed.
For life is precious, more precious then gold,
How true this is, as we become old.
Hi Dwayne! You may be getting older, but your also getting, wiser! Great read! ! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad
Thought are put down with elegance. Getting old or getting older is hard for the body and hard for the mind, but is it modern society that has transformed age into a burden? Is it because of individualism? So many many questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 8:51:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
old is gold, our life behind, follows the trail of golden dust, will still lingers in the atmosphere, when we're no longer here.