Middle age has a balance,
between the young and old.
I sometimes feel it's better,
Than a shining pot of gold.
It gives you all the things,
that life has, not had before.
Yet you seem to work harder,
just to give you that little bit more.
This time of life, becomes crowded,
with multi coloured things.
Then along come the grandchildren,
who become tied to your strings.
Then this becomes rewarding,
so steady and kind.
You have learnt, through your experience,
to cast an eye that's blind.
Middle age finds deep understanding,
which moulds instead of breaks,
and helps to bind up ugly wounds,
made by other peoples mistakes.
If you get through your chapter
and it's time to turn the page.
Dont be sad and down hearted,
because you have reached old age.
I gave your poem a 10. It was well written and filled with wisdom. I also read your story about the family. It was half story and half poem with a lot of insight and potential. With a tad bit more work that could shape into a great poem. How cool is the internet! You live in England and I get to read your work here in the states!
Another excellent poem Sylvia, well crafted in rhythm and rhyme, an absolute joy.
Another great poem Sylvia! Love the fun, upbeat of it. I hope to reach a nice old age and fly past middle age.....I say I'll reach 100. We'll see! Sincerely, Mary
What a fantastic poem! Top knotch rhyming and rythm. Humorous and up lifting. This is what we want! ! Awesome stuff. Love Gyp's
Regarding the last line, Lord help me, I have reached old age! ! ! I love it, and often wonder why I thought it necessary to stay so young. I am retired, have tons on time to read and write, communicate with friends, and become a good friend to my grandchildren. What could be more perfect. Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sylvia you have much good advice for all of us.thankyou for sharing your tallent.Love Duncan