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Refined Old Age

When I was young,
    I ran my tongue.
And what is worse,
    I loved to curse.
It’s true there’s loss
    When we get old.
But what remains,
    Refined like gold.

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H/T to Where I Once Walked by Gershon Wolf

Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022

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Sotto Poet Date: 9/21/2022 1:02:00 PM Indeed, Jeff, your wise words are being conveyed here. However with age comes the inevitable loss of many things, what is left in us becomes as polished and pure as a diamond. Login to Reply

Vickey Rhymer Date: 9/21/2022 12:11:00 PM Refined by the process of trials of life an unquenchable consuming fire.The debris rising to the top for removal.What remains for those willing to assay organic matter purer in form closer to the mark.Good write. Login to Reply

Maurice Rigoler Date: 9/21/2022 7:48:00 AM I differ on your poem, especially the last line which reads truer to my thinking and experience: It’s true there’s loss When we get old. But what remains, is mostly dross. – Maurice Login to Reply

Michael Tor Date: 9/21/2022 6:48:00 AM So true Jeff wisdom share here my friend... Login to Reply

Linda Alice Fowler Date: 9/21/2022 6:25:00 AM I like this one, too Jeff. Very clever. Linda Login to Reply Jeff Kyser Date: 9/21/2022 6:32:00 AM Thanks for all your comments, Linda!

Valsa George Date: 9/21/2022 5:22:00 AM Yes, though much may be lost as one ages, what remains in us is refined and purified as gold ! Crisp and fine, Jeff ! Login to Reply Jeff Kyser Date: 9/21/2022 6:32:00 AM Thanks, Valsa - have a blessed day!