Jeff Kyser Poet Couplet

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

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Sotto Poet September 21, 2022 at 1:02 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.

Vickey Rhymer September 21, 2022 at 12:11 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.

Maurice Rigoler September 21, 2022 at 7:48 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

Michael Tor September 21, 2022 at 6:48 AM So true Jeff wisdom share here my friend...

Linda Alice Fowler September 21, 2022 at 6:25 AM I like this one, too Jeff. Very clever. Linda Jeff Kyser September 21, 2022 at 6:32 AM Thanks for all your comments, Linda!

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