The Paradox of Aging
The Paradox of Aging
You gave me friends of my craving,
Flashing through my life like shooting stars,
Then gone, a trail of jet stream mist,
Memories waiting to call.
You gave me love most human,
Flaming, flickering, dying, leaving,
The ashes of its coals.
And now You give me solitude,
The lovely silence where we meet;
The most precious gift of all.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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