Ah, gratitude is true praise, Felix. For the sorrows as well as the joys. Everything blended into one mellow moment-NOW. Only those who have been through fire can savor the beauty of what is. A man who hasn't gone through trial isn't worth his salt, this much I have learned. Fine write!

Oh the regrets and desires to go back. Instead we relish what has been and what is yet to come. Be young in mind, Felix, it will keep you going. TO be honest, I never thought I'd see the year 2000, and with Bush in charge, now I know why! (grin)

But instead of looking to death, we need to learn to breathe every breath like the last!

Good write!
Monette

Dear Felix, you have touched an area of my heart with this write that has been with me all my days. This to me is the crux of all that is. Slpendid in every way.

Allen

This Poem is AWESOMeFElixxxxxxxxxx! Awesome - YOu way of seperating your feelings with colors is Unique and clever- and the way U used DARK at the end- with your thinking- and it fell off, as your prayers ended in a flash-Wonderfully written and stated- This goes into my Mr- Felix Folder- my sweet - caring friend- right away--God Bless - God Speed daily - WArmly and Sweetly,Sheeoxox ~ A reflection of a lifetime so elequently said and felt~ Thank you for sharing FEe-

Nice work, Felix. One of the good things about growing older is that we can feel successful about surviving all those things that once seemed tough.

Felix

This was masterful!.....

Amy

Felix,

Wonderful comparison with the waxing of summer and growing older. A wise and perfectly imaged write!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Autumn is the most beautiful season of the year. In comparison it can also be the most beautiful season of our lives. Although I have some time to consider that, I still believe that it is the time when we put the hardest part of our lives behind us and just enjoy life to the fullest from that point on. Very good. Karen

Such a wise reflection, dear Felix
Yet I feel i've been thru it all, even the coming storm left drops of rain on my face
looking into a mirroe, it seems so young
looking into my soul, it seems so old and broken
God bless you, poet

Hey, Pops! Goth Girl dialing in... don't know about "nostalgic" - seems very precipitately looking ahead, to me! :)) Yep, it's always a shock when our own mortality starts to stare us in the face - but it is at least comforting that it is a natural process, as you paint so well with your tender words here - when otherwise all too many are brought to an untimely end rather abruptly. My mother's spirit is still as youthful, though she is 87, but it is "fascinating" to actually be able to witness her advancing frailty in human terms and that is somehow "loosening" for both of us (hope this doesn't sound unfeeling, but is an acute statement of fact). Oh dear... don't want to get morbid here, but I am facing an investigative operation of my own on Monday, so I live between these two stark contrasts at the mo... Live for the day, Darlin, count your blessings, which I know you do... let the happy memories enrich your "now" again and again, like good compost - and know that fear and worry are to no avail and are not productive: as surely as night follows day, the trials will ALL pass and be endured, one way or another. SORRY! I am doing a right Kate ramble, but, my, this is a very BRIGHT and COLOURFUL poem which uses superbly the autumn metaphor to its best advantage. There is much beauty in all things, Felix - and you have a gift at bringing it out and enriching its emotions. Love this, bless you. Kate xx

I can relate dear Felix!!

Well written and pretty colorful!!

Love Tinka

a discerning reflection on life's stages ... we must remember, autumn is a very colorful season and reflects the wisdom of our experience ... though we are closer to the end, we are really approaching a new beginning ...

Felix, I predict this will be a long long autumn in your life. I can relate to this poem very much. ~ Sara