a warm breeze ruffles white hair
a park bench and life shuffles by
kindness hides within hazel eyes
no match for lithe bodies apace
in the race to win this day's grace
silence has arced a smile earned
in the face of storied sacrificial lines
etched from experiences and time
life is the rhyme they chased
it exists in no particular time or place
yet flourishes in splendor everywhere
to seek a view the sparrow owns
not an adventure longer embraced
forays of pleasure are now sought
silly games of ego driven desires
he abandoned in the times of long ago
bring him a soft hand to gently hold
a shoulder to rest his weary head upon
shadows are long on the grassy knoll
time has exacted its relentless toll
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love and peace, Carole~
An exceptional reminder to use our limited time wisely. There is something very comforting about the last four lines. Great write:)
Sheila
Ron
superb word selection!
Love,
Eileen
Edwin
Sandie Angel :o)
Warm, contemplative and deep and while the theme is emotionally demanding for both writer and reader the poem doen't degenerate into sentimentality but is propped by a fighting spirit and a strong sense of realism, and a sense of the wonder and gift of being alive. Excellent work.
John
Marcia
and know that time will never exact its relentless toll
on the mind (and heart)of the poet who wrote these lines.
Peace and love o you, my friend. -genet
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
Love and Blessings,
Christine