Seasons pass in life's procession,
days and nights in swift progression,
granting pleasures with each clime
while future measures out the time…
Stamina I lately lack.
Will it like the tides come back,
or am I reaching earthly end?
What will lie beyond the bend?
All that waxes also wanes.
As old age brings losses, pains,
I'll ease my way through what remains,
seeking out true wisdom's gains,
and try to sing like nightingales,
before my mortal being fails…
Old age is the age of lacking, missing and recollecting the charms that we had in our childhood and youth. But one charm that has grown and is still growing, is wisdom. Atleast we have one thing to make up our deshaped faces. A great poem.
I see you are basically in agreement with my poem... Thank you for the comment!
Your poem inspired me to write, once Upon a Star, my attempt of a tribute to your unique poetry!
So glad my poem inspired you! I am off to your page to read your poetic gift of Upon a Star...
May the tides come back to you in endless waves, no nightingale sings poetry as the likes of you my friend!
What a beautiful, poetic comment! Thank you for your constant encouragement and support!
It happens to the best of us, Harley. My body aches every day but I would not trade for my 20 year old body if I had to give up an iota of experience, wisdom or knowledge.
Thank you for the comment Yes, I understand and would not go back either...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Beautifully written, time is on our side when we are young but as old age approaches time can be cruel but wisdom is a gift to inspire the young if they care to listen!
Thank you so much! I appreciate your reading and complimentary comment...