Comin' of Age

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By: Wayne Brown

Like the wilting of the rose petal, age comes slow

Yet time ticks away faster than we really know

The days into months, those months into the years

Until one day we must confront our lost youth fears


Some take it well simply easily accepting it as fate

Others fight the gripping bonds hoping it’s not too late

Men eye younger women who still chase romance

Illusion rest in liquor, drugs; maybe games of chance


Somewhere on the journey a threshold is crossed

What once we knew is gone; the rest seems so lost

Our image seems to dim; nothing there left to see

Just an old man or woman walking past you and me


Life’s wisdom is not enough in this higher stage of late

The youth ignore it considering it something not their fate

Things you use to do are now held off in caution’s lock

Parts of life so familiar are sent to the auction block


Inside your head feels the same; the mind…does it know?

Will it begin to make choices…what will stay; what will go?

The crow-feet ‘round the eyes, gray hair combed in place

Are you still visible to the world in this time and space?


Life has many twists and turns as we roll over the page

A multi-act comedy-drama played out upon life’s stage

All the way you’ve played the part; read the lines so well

Now the lights dim; curtain drops; is it heaven or is it hell?



©Copyright WBrown2012. All Rights Reserved.

6 September 2012.

© 2012 Wayne Brown

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Just Ask Susan 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Time seems to fly faster and faster each day. I only hope in the end its heaven and not hell. I enjoyed your poem.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Just Ask Susan....I agree with your wish! LOL! Time marches a little faster as the tooth grows a little longer. After so many years, we finally begin to ask what our purpose is in this world....then maybe we begin to work on it with the short time we have left...there's an urgency there. Thanks much. ~WB


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QudsiaP1 4 years ago

Life has many twists and turns as we roll over the page

A multi-act comedy-drama played out upon life’s stage

All the way you’ve played the part; read the lines so well

Now the lights dim; curtain drops; is it heaven or is it hell?

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Can I applaud you for this one Wayne? What a truly beautiful, serene and honest depiction of a journey yet to be acknowledged. With each phase, the need to hold on to our youth, the constant comparisons, looking back each time; we can only hope that there remain worthwhile memories of who we truly are. May we remember ourselves before we forget.


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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

The art is to age gracefully. I'm practicing on a dialy basis now.

Good work Wyane.

The Frog


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@QudsiaP1....Well, thank you so much. You really hit on where I was when I wrote this. A friend once told me that everyone "becomes invisible" after they turned 55. I had that on my mind today as I can sometimes see what he means. ~WB

@The Frog Prince.....Rage On TFP, Rage On! ~WB


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randslam 4 years ago from Kelowna, British Columbia

The heaven we create and the hell we allow our lives to become are so much the yin and yang of mortality. I didn't look forward to turning fifty this year, but after it happened...I lost 25 pounds, cut my long hair off and feel ten years younger. Must be my return to the golf course...another heavenly place...I recommend all of you become a marshal at your local heavenly golf course--it will take ten years off of your life and you get to deal with some of the most cultured--along with most vulgar--people on earth. It's a gamble...but it doesn't cost you anything to volunteer--it's just good to be in the daylight sucking on fresh air and hitting the crap out of a little white, pink, purple, green or yellow ball.

Volunteer at your local golf course...meet your neighbours and get to know the visitors to your town or city...I promise, you'll have a blast.

Age is not an issue--it's the grace with which we accept that whitening rooftop and the swelling of the belly, the few aches in the bones in joints are soon eliminated with a dozen walks on your green fairways, lush greens and scarred tee boxes.

Thanks, Wayne, voted up, beautiful, useful.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@randslam.....Thank you! I love your attitude and your advice. Thanks much for sharing it! ~WB


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Senoritaa 4 years ago

This one is simply amazing Wayne, especially the last verse.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Some people grow up, Wayne. Others just grow old!


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randslam 4 years ago from Kelowna, British Columbia

We're all in it together...may as well share our recent discoveries...thanks again, Wayne...great poem.


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rcrumple 4 years ago from Kentucky

Up and down the mountain! When young, we wish so to be old. When old, we wish so to be young. Fleeting moments? No, simply shifted directions and forgotten moments.

Great Job, as always!


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Angela Blair 4 years ago from Central Texas

Beautiful work, Wayne -- I can testify as to age as will be 75 years old tomorrow (or 75 years young?) In any event, this is exceptionally poignant poetry -- thanks for sharing it with us! Best/Sis


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Senoritaa....Thank you...that seems to be the verse that is snagging the attention. ~WB

@drbj....LOL! I think I did both! Thanks much. ~ WB

@randslam...Thanks much! ~WB

@rcrumple...You describe it all so aptly. Thanks much! ~ WB

@Angela Blair...Thank you, Sis and a very happy birthday tomorrow! ~WB


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MartieCoetser 4 years ago from South Africa

I am living harder as ever before, just so I know one day that I had lived life to its full.... I don't want to be old one day knowing that I allowed life to slip through my fingers. I have already wasted too many years - have to catch up on that on top of living every day....

Such a thought-provoking and even scary poem, Wayne. Yes, I do fear aging perhaps more than I fear death..... ?


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@MartieCoetser....It is a thought-provoking and vast frontier of the mind and body bordering no less on size than all of Africa itself. I have no idea how we get ready for that phase of life. Thanks much! ~WB


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ImKarn23 4 years ago

Hmmmm...i'm wondering if - like me - you're having a birthday in the very near future? This is a wonderful reflection on life and what is - and was - important!

Loved it and you!


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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

Your poem rings a huge bell to me. I'm not so sure I like those twists and turns.

Voted up and awesome, Joyce


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@ImKarn23....I was inspired to a degree by the song...people raging on in the face of adversity in their lives...Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks much! ~ WB

@writer20....Out in front of us, the mole hills of the past look like the mountains of our future. Looking back, most things were not as difficult as our mind made then out to be in anticipation. Pray for good health all around...that's as much as we really need. Thanks so much, Joyce! ~WB


Vincent Moore 4 years ago

I was going to copy and paste your last stanza but I see someone beat me to it:-)) That last stanza sums up my life my friend. I am making the best of life as I see the writing on my wall. This is a wonderfully brilliant piece you wrote my poetic genius, I am enthralled by your words. Thank you for letting this out with your inspirational quill. Vote WAY UP


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Glimmer Twin Fan 4 years ago

Voted up. This is a beautiful poem.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Vincent Moore....Thanks so very much, VM...one of those moments of inspiration as I listened to the accompany song in the video. People "raging on" against the hand they were dealt. No matter where we are in life, we play the hand we are dealt and pray for things to be a little better down the road. I hope that is true for you my friend! ~WB

@Glimmer Twin Fan...So glad you enjoyed it! Thanks much! ~ WB


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

I loved this piece and it just reinforces my feeling that we should live life to the fullest and take it day by day. Up beautiful and awesome.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@breakfastpop...That is so true. Worry takes the pleasures out of life and most of that worry is wasted on something we cannot control. We must rage on....day by day taking life as it comes and, as you say, enjoying it to the fullest. ~WB


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Ruchira 4 years ago from United States

Great read, Wayne. Made me want to pace slowly towards life 'cause it sure has a lot to offer, but I guess I am in a hurry to march along.

Beautiful and insightful hub.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Ruchira....Thank you....just pace yourself! LOL! ~WB


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fpherj48 4 years ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

Well, Wayne, ole buddy, ole pal.......I was having a fairly decent and productive day. Thought I might kick back and relax......but thanks to you.....I probably should finish that Will I was working on.

Don't know how to thank you. So, I won't.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,lol


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@fpherj48....LOL! This one appeals to people at special times I would imagine. Now you got me worrying about a Will! Thanks much! ~WB


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Hyphenbird 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Hello Wayne. You wrote beautifully of aging and how the world views it (us). I am very happy to say I am happy with my age, proud of the silver lining around my head. Isn't that a lovely way to think of gray hair? Additionally I know for a fact my destination is Heaven and into the arms of Jesus. I sorrow for ones who are unsure. Thank you for a beautiful poem.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. This is a fantastic poem about life's journey. I believe we do OK as long as we remain young at heart. Passing this on.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Hypenbird....We had a term for it back in my flying days...."navigating ahead of the airplane"...you know where you are going instead of finding out after you arrive...which does no one any good. Thanks for the good words and the read! ~WB

@Gypsy Rose Lee...Thank you! I wanted to write of the passions of youth but somehow I ended up here. That intent was in my first line. Funny how we really don't always control outcomes. ~WB


Deb Welch 4 years ago

Wayne - this is one of your better poems about life. I voted you across the board except funny. Growing old sometimes is not so funny to look at in the mirror or to realize your views change and I have had to slow down some when I would rather not at 61 now. You are great at whatever you write about - I find you extremely interesting and fun. Many blessings. Have a wonderful week-end.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Deb Welch....Thank you. As I stated earlier my intent in starting this poem changed somewhat. I wanted to portray the rage to hold on to youth but it just did not go that way...I lost control after the first line higher powers guided the pen. ~WB


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SilentReed 4 years ago from Philippines

Some say human life expectancy should be 120 years. With modern medicine, DNA manipulation, age reversal, we may get there someday. Meanwhile I wake up discovering more gray strands on my pillow, notice my dentures need adjusting, as well as the grade of my eyeglasses strengthen and my walking cane replace by a mobility walker. If age is a state of mind, I'm 120 years old now! :))


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@SilentReed...Could it be that our early years after birth were just as challenging and frustrating yet we do not remember them? I can only wonder. Sometimes the optimism of living a long time is overwhelmed by the challenges. Here's hoping yours is a kind journey. Thanks much! ~WB

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