The lines of age,
They fill the page,
Of every simple life,
In them we read,
Kindness or greed,
The story of those lives.
It pays to live a decent life,
Before the end arrives,
Do good, never do bad,
And then those lines
That old age brings,
Won't make you all that sad.
Totally awesome poem, loved reading it! Brings to mind the truth that we poets write throughout life, it pays to live a decent life before the end arrives, I believe applies to our writing also. Thank you for making me think, Sandra. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most of my lines were earned with smiles, so I don't mind them at all.: -)