Autumn Of Our Lives Poem by Bob Gibson

Age is a state of mind. The question should be' how old would you be, if you didn't know how old you were? '

Excellent discription of the comming of Fall....... Very gently penned with a touch of sadness to say goodby to the summer and spring....... Bonnie Collins

one day we all will feel the same..... touching

Love the poem and love 'the silver hair in sympathy.' Autumn can be fun too, we can get away with a lot more than the young ones can. I hope you are enjoying the holidays. Love, Irene xx

great expression......espesicaly towards the end...

the last two lines are great...reflect the essense of love and sincerity that glorify a true married life...a very good write, Bob...Ten for your poem

Bob this has excellent imagery. The subject is handled in a poignant style, it reminds me of the one I posted on the same subject but dealt with from a different angle. Have a read and see what you think. Called - Vote for Youth -. I love your rhyming symmetry, you make it look as if you find it so easy. A ten from me.

We are only as old as we feel. An exceptional write.. I loved the 'disrobing the tree' baring it of potential disguise.. like losing our hair in sorts..This is one of my favourites of yours so far...I look forward to future reads..Nicely Done!