Each of life's stages
Often engages
A facet that is all its own.
Youth will at length
Bring with it strength
Then comes the time when one's grown.
Maturity is good
In the stage of adulthood,
When one has settled down.
Hope or dread, he looks ahead—
No more the run of the town.
Then there's old age
A unique stage,
When wisdom is full blown.
And it's okay
That the hairs are grey
For the seeds of kindness are sown.
A beautiful poem and so true..... old age, when the seeds of kindness are sown.
The Capt. told me I should visit your site and I do believe he is right.Being in that unique stage I await that wisdom part, that better hurry up. A very thoughtful write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem of life as we age and so right to the tee I'm ready with my bag of kindness alas I'm not grey yet..thanks for well penned poem...regards