'Funny how time flies....young one day and old the next!
Seeing those old hands crossed with veins
That smile no shame for coffee stains
Those eyes still blue the love I knew
Shines still your will the strength that grew
Your voice a little softer now
Than I remembered back somehow
You've gotten frail your steps are small
Recalling days you seemed so tall
What's gotten bigger is your heart
The one some tried to tear apart
It grew forgiving as time past
I'm looking in the mirror at last
an excellent write Jean
I looked in the mirror one day and saw myself
didn't recognized the fact I was aging more than I have
sometimes while driving I can't help but see my hands
never noticed the wrinkles and popping veins
so I take pics to remind me
don't want to go on any further than that......
Peace be with you
beautifully said, I have been told age is only a number, but that is always said by one younger. for me it is just one more day, I think. your words are however ageless
budd
As we grow older we feel most things aren't worth the aggravation, and we just sit back and watch the others going to places where we've been to, and sometimes you want to say a few words, but then you would have a second thought and think, "Ah!! Let them find out for themselves like the way I did!"
LOL!!! Life is a continuous process of learning, who says we've learned them all already? I'm still learning.
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I looked in the mirror one day and saw myself
didn't recognized the fact I was aging more than I have
sometimes while driving I can't help but see my hands
never noticed the wrinkles and popping veins
so I take pics to remind me
don't want to go on any further than that......
Peace be with you
William
My Hands
These are my hands
So grateful for them I am
I know they are dirty
I just came in from working out there
They’re soiled from toil and soil
And kinship with the earth
I am grateful for my hands
When I think of all that I have done with my hands
It leaves me a bit giddy
A kaleidoscope of memories
From when I first recall the love of touching
A mere infant was I
But I loved the consistency
Of so many things and creatures
All the way from then to now and in this moment
So thankful I am that I cannot recall
Doing wrong with my hands
Forgive the dirt under my fingernails
I’ll take that any time
Over having ever done injury
With these lovely hands of mine
My hands that love
Simply and purely
The soil and earthy things
And surely you my love
And my gentle caress on you
I miss your tender touch on me
For your hands are lovely too
© Copyright Regis Auffray
Love and best wishes to you, Jane.
Regis
budd
LOL!!! Life is a continuous process of learning, who says we've learned them all already? I'm still learning.
Sandie :o)