Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Golden Years

The day's wound down, its course's been run
  The moon's a reflector, long gone's the bright sun

Your offspring transition to destinations far-flung
  At work your job goes to a much younger one

You pack your boxes, put your house up for sale
  Retirement villages beckon with their 'Holy Grail'

You're about to enter your Golden Years
  Whence all your doubts?  Where from your fears?

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Mike Gentile August 21, 2018 at 11:06 AM Well stated Gershon! I'm hoping there is another course for me to run and not yet to the "Home" !!! Gershon Wolf August 21, 2018 at 11:28 AM You and me both my friend! Best wishes, Gershon

Sand Blown August 20, 2018 at 11:52 PM well written phrasing..."the moon's a reflector"...everything on this planet is a reflector, we're just a bigger moon Gershon Wolf August 21, 2018 at 8:26 AM I like that thought, sand blown. Very poetic! Best wishes, Gershon

Runping Chen August 20, 2018 at 10:56 PM The days, the years, the lives are all over there. Like it or not, they are ours for ever. A nice piece! Gershon Wolf August 21, 2018 at 11:28 AM Thank you for your comments and your support, Runping! Much appreciated. ~ Gershon