Aging

The deep solace of my mind
Is compelled to draw out
The imperfections of my being
I stand at the alter of faith,
And beg for guidance.

In this world of youth and beauty
Arriving at my middle age
With no more a perfect body or mind,
Who is left to guide me?

When the populace says
No longer are you worthy
To give opinions, your age makes you a fool
And we are interested no more.

Lynn Barany
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Moriarty Avatar
August 27, 2011 at 2:38 PM
I really understand this aging thing, but what the heck, it's all a matter of mind over tired body, keep on with the writes, it's what keeps us all young, Big
Montgomery Avatar
August 26, 2011 at 4:52 PM
Our youth oriented society really sucks. We gorgeous women of a certain age have so much to offer and lucky the man or woman who removes the blinders and sees the truth. :) Loved the write, Lynn. Really resonated with me.
Hanna Barany Avatar
August 26, 2011 at 5:05 PM
Thank you Peggy, yeah I'm with you.....clothes to fit barbie dolls, wrinkle cream advertised by 30 yr olds...it all sucks big time. We are far superior in every way, at least I try to tell myself that.
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