Faded

My sun hat faded from the rays, My jeans from lots of cleaning. I realize I am in the phase Of what this all is meaning – That when possessions lose their spark Once bright enough to blind us, The mirror lifts us from the dark And helps to thus remind us That life goes fast and some of it May leave us slightly jaded And like our jeans, we will not quit But just be rather faded.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 6/28/2017 4:27:00 PM

It takes courage to admit what you say in this poem. Many would go morbid but not you, nor me, for that matter. Possessions do lose their spark as you put it, for not any of them can add an inch to our lives! The Roman poet Horace had it right: Tempus fugit, seize the day! / M

Daniel Turner

Date: 6/25/2017 11:22:00 AM

I certainly know that feeling! Love the poem, Mrs Ilene:)