Accept the past,
sadness,
tears.
Suffering and
shameful things.
And remember,
it all began
with
nothing
but dreams
and hope.
You gave,
though not your best,
to reach
your lofty goals.
Now it is time
for you,
at last
to look into your mirror
and smile.
the only time i come across a friendly face is when i smile at the man looking in the mirror AJS
Well there's a sweet start to my Friday morning! Reminds me of 'Love After Love' by Derek Walcott. Sweet and touching. To you, Herbs. Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Youth, pity them, looks down on age, but Lordy, I am thankful to be the age I am. I am loving my advanced years, and I can clearly see that you do as well! Wonderfully expressed! Scarlett