In my twilight years I have grown silver,
weaved inside my hair and aging thoughts.
It reminds me of the first time I saw a star
beneath the first aurora hint of a bran new dawn;
All the firsts of my life have been sifted
like panned up gold between my fingers
Sieved through, held brief and then let go
inside this aging heart the memory remains ;
I once was ever altered like the shades of my hair
today I'm much more constant and alert
as I watch the passing storm from my window
I feel like a lamp post blazing in the snow
Lit up at dusk and closed after dawn
I feel like an iron metal post, though I am water,
holding up a dam of love inside my soul,
for all the ones I love, loved and continue to love.
I AGREE...THE TWILIGHT YEARS IS A TIME THAT WE COME TO APPRECIATE OUR... 'EVERYTHING'. HAVING ACQUIRED THE WISDOM AND STRENGTH TO WEAR IT...ALL...PROUDLY AND GRATEFULLY. FINE WRITE, MY FRIEND, THANKS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Good one, Mystic, and very wise with the wisdom of the years:
'Lit up at dusk and closed after dawn
I feel like an iron metal post, though I am water,
holding up a dam of love inside my soul,
for all the ones I love, loved and continue to love. '
Wow. This is gorgeous, Mystic. It has the richness of well-lived life and the appreciation of maturity. It’s silky, glimmering, and to see what you feel yourself to be….is a priviledge. All of it fits with itself, and I can relate to the whole of this, especially the last line. Just beautiful* ~~ djl
Your poems have grown somber like your picture with your silver hair. Mine is silver, too. I hope you're not going through some health problems bringing on this tone.
But I do like your analogy use of being a light post in the snow. I've always loved snowy scenes at night with an outdoor light giving a cheerful cast to the scene.
Our twilight years are something to both bless and curse at times. We are blessed to have lived this long but cursed to have all the aches and pains to go with it. My wife and I were at a dance the other night and when we got up to dance we were the only ones on the dance floor as it was mostly a younger crowd. It was nice when they applauded us and took pictures as I thought, gee, we still have light feet and are good dancers...then I thought...nah they just think we are cute old people. lol
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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'Lit up at dusk and closed after dawn
I feel like an iron metal post, though I am water,
holding up a dam of love inside my soul,
for all the ones I love, loved and continue to love. '
But I do like your analogy use of being a light post in the snow. I've always loved snowy scenes at night with an outdoor light giving a cheerful cast to the scene.
Ron
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