‘Tis time to mend this wounded heart
Since it slowed to a miniscule beat
To see with my eyes the face of the world
And say ‘hello’ to all I greet.
My days are now of golden leaf
The fruit has passed its sell-by date
And the best of love has now gone,
The distance travelled has been great
And I have sung loves only song.
New hopes and fears now line my path
As I travel down this road alone
And running nature’s ultimate course,
Past mistakes my soul does now atone.
We make a grave in our heart for our sorrow
And wait for a greater peace than we have known
When fear and worry no longer matter
After we have reaped what we have sown.
A beautiful and thoughtful mellow write as autumn that knocks at the door now..... It remembers me some lines: 'Leaves believe such letting go is Faith and Faith is Grace and Grace is God and God is Love I agree with the leaves.(African-American poet Lucille Clifton)
Truly beautiful words, particularly the last verse. Great poet notes too. Thank You
Golden piece of gold and in old ways what gone has gone but made you brave with brain and heart / well done wish you the best
A very thoughtful treatment of the theme, and so very true. We are all on the same road and yet no one knows at what stage he or she is. Nice poem.
A beautiful write of life's course and the reassurance of it's resolution in peace. A wonderful ending with the last tow lines being my favorite.
A poem full of heartfelt feelings. A poem written with life blood. A masterpiece is the true lifeblood of a master spirit.
We make a grave in our heart for our sorrow And wait for a greater peace than we have known When fear and worry no longer matter After we have reaped what we have sown. Brilliant and profound wordings.
I couldn't complete. I will visit this insightful piece of work some other day!
We make a grave in our heart for sorrow to dwell forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feeling in this poem expressed well. Sally