Growing Old (poem) by Sue Hess on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 20, 2005

... Be careful what you wish for, Sue!! It only takes a tiny breath to kindle even the smallest spark or "dying ember". I'm probably weird ("Yes, we know that, Kate!"), but the love of writing and poetry has "done it for me" over the past few months. Having had years of a hormone imbalance owing to a severe illness, I now find myself permanently "well-stoked and ready to roll"!! Passion, I think, therefore breeds... uh, passion?!! Always love your acute honesty - and you certainly draw it out of us, too!! :)) LOL Kate xx

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on January 20, 2005

Even the young can't burn as a wild fire all the time.

These times come and go.

Take care

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on January 20, 2005

Reading this, I thought about my father. He seems so downcast sometimes when I go and spend time with him. I liked this very much.

Reviewed by Mary Quire

Reviewed on January 20, 2005

Growing old or dying out? I choose old.

M.Rose

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 20, 2005

May we all continue to have a little fire in our furnaces!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 20, 2005

I think the fire of passion can be aroused at any age from 16 until death if the right person, place or thought is presented.

Felix

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

When I get old like this poem states I will remember it, or maybe not, but then again I am old already...what the hell was I going to say...? Ed

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

creativity is the fire that keeps out hearts and souls ablaze ... no matter how young or old you are ...

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

I know folks over 80 yrs young, who are full of energy.

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

love the opening lines before the poem(BigSmiles)
i really enjoyed this...but i don't think there is anything wrong with
"dule pink and luke warm"
heehee bad poet bad poet(i'm spanking myself now)
enjoyed

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

Fires will always burn bright. Sadly, we forget to add "fuel" at times, to busy in our own little worlds.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

Sue,

Don't I know it. I'm forty five years old, but my body is convinced it's 108. At least. Especially today. *Darn stiff neck LOL*

An excellent write. I hope you find the fire soon!

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

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

My fires have been banked for some time but they are still mighty hot, just waiting for some one to put some wood on the fire.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

Oh I agree with all the others...sighhhh!!

Me Old??

Neverrrrrrrrrr!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

Well I will say that there is advantages to growing older. In that sometimes it helps when you sell antiques. They take it from an expert! Haha.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

aha you ask for much, Sue. It takes someone special
to keep those fires stoked. When love abounds
all the fires burn bright. Without it we're only
lukewarm.:(

Love, Eileen

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on January 19, 2005

I can relate to this so much. I always
say I used to burn bright but now I've
dimmed. ;) But a wild wind shall fuel
my fire now and again.