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In My Twilight Years

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. Your Vienna

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/12/2023 12:24:00 PM

Ahhh!! I enjoyed reading this one today. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. Sara

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri

Date: 3/9/2023 1:15:00 AM

A superb poem as we all will weave silver in our hair sooner or later dear so this soulful poem is expressed in a fab way. Kudos! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>*>>>>>>>>>>*********** Plz also read and comment my newest poem too"

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:42:00 AM

Thank you dear Zay for commenting. We are silver souls ,

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/5/2023 3:53:00 AM

- It is the heart and the soul that matter, Vie Rose - Hair color means nothing ... we all get older ... and the body will not look as freshly ironed - hugs

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:42:00 AM

Thank you for keep my ironing board wrinkles and all, love ya

Yann Rolland

Date: 3/5/2023 12:15:00 AM

wonderful and sensitive self portrait, enlightning and sweet poetry, i am touched, have a nice sunday

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:41:00 AM

Thank you for commenting dear Yann. May your day be wonderful. Age with grace

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 3/4/2023 11:35:00 AM

The older we get the more we love. Hugs.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:40:00 AM

Thank you dear Victor for commenting. Yes we love more deeply and move unconditionally as we grew old and wise

Jim Slaughter

Date: 3/4/2023 10:27:00 AM

You seem to be handling it quite well and very gracefully.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:40:00 AM

Thank you dear Jim for your comment. I understand more as I get old, what a gift :)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 3/4/2023 8:54:00 AM

Splendid vibes you convey to the beloved, Vienna. Wonderful, metaphoric poem.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:39:00 AM

Thank you dear Vijay, for commenting. We get closer to God when we grow older, more accepting.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 3/4/2023 6:37:00 AM

You have that touch of wisdom, Vie, silver and shining:)

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:39:00 AM

Thank you dear Jo, wisdom comes with age, a comfort package.

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/4/2023 5:39:00 AM

Silver is prettier than bald (which I am) Melancholic, Rose. You look like you got another 20 years at least. Poem is touching, emotive, sad like a farewell.

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 3/9/2023 2:38:00 AM

lol thanks for the vote of confidence Daniel, how many years left is entirely up to God, I'm grateful every day. For everything he gives me, including my gray hair lol