By Tony DeLorger © 2012
In age upon a feather down,
when life’s dust settles on softer ground,
and rapids past in crystal ponds,
reflect a shore of growing fronds.
In youth that spark of life resounds,
of age in mellow knowing bound,
to reap the joy of just reward,
of living past yet mind restored.
Of minds that speak with constant tone,
in age content and journey known,
where scars of battle are lessons learned,
and hurt and pain, understanding sewn.
When longing youth subsides with age,
in skin relents of beauty gage,
where sad and sorry bodies wane,
our minds like stone, steadfast remain.
For all the recklessness and passion in youth,
that drama of life now gone in truth,
in laurels I rest, contented I,
and watch with pride my progeny rise.
In age I am just who I am,
no false recourse, I understand,
forgiving all that I failed to be,
accepting all I’ve come to see.
More by this Author
A fun lyrical poem about meeting writing deadlines.
A poem about a spider's web and some interesting thoughts about the natural world.
A Hub about the power of thoughts and how you can learn to use them to create the circumstances in life you want. A step by step guide to clearer thinking and wanted outcomes in life.