this takes me back
to a time when
it was always summer and smiles
life was a brighter colour sprinkled with magic
the long long road ahead was so far away
a mere dot on the horizon
we thought it would never end
but it did end
and now we have arrived at the pointy end of life
rickety and aged
no longer beaming beauties
or dancing queens
inevitable maybe
but not recommended
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I have a handful of song that do that for me, take me back... I've noticed the more that more I vintage, the harder the shock of the return trip. Yep, age is an inevitable gift (not always recommended).
ReplyDeleteVery aptly and pithily expressed. But I still think, as some canny person whose name I forget once said, 'the alternative's worse'.
ReplyDeleteOur poems are on the same page today. Now I don't feel so alone.
ReplyDeleteBut you have the beautiful memories, nice write
ReplyDelete"and now we have arrived at the pointy end of life
ReplyDeleterickety and aged
no longer beaming beauties
or dancing queens" but once we were, dog-gone-it, we were!
the pointy end of life - how perfect is that description!!! Please let me borrow it now!!!
ReplyDeleteSure !
DeleteYes, I feel that way, too - back then, it was always summer and everything was in brighter colours. I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteI keep getting surprised that I am no longer physically younger, lol.
ReplyDeleteI too love that description, the pointy end of life. perfect ~
ReplyDeleteAge is not a factor to meet the end of the light. Meaningful lines.
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