Sunlite Wanter Poet Free verse

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.

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Paul Callus May 21, 2017 at 4:23 AM The fast life comes and goes, and usually one is left with little to show for it. But age and experience are able to make up for it, as your last stanza goes to prove! #7 Regards // paul

Eric Boddie May 20, 2017 at 6:16 PM being middle aged....i feel so engaged....i remember young years....wild times with my peers....i remember high school....you can say i was the smartest fool....i remember childhood....where i gained the moniker of misunderstood....but i remember Life most of all....and i will do my best to make sure that mine will never fall....awesome write sunlite.... Sunlite Wanter May 20, 2017 at 6:50 PM Thank you, Eric. I see you speak "poem." Laughing.!

Connie Marcum Wong May 20, 2017 at 12:51 PM To save the best for last. A lovely poem to contemplate Sunlite. : )

Laura Leiser May 19, 2017 at 11:54 PM I enjoyed the word scenes you created, fthrough life's journey, Sunlite! Great poem. :) Sunlite Wanter May 20, 2017 at 6:49 PM I appreciate your noticing that, Laura. Thank you.

Chris Green May 19, 2017 at 6:00 AM Beautifully done my friend Sunlite Wanter May 20, 2017 at 6:48 PM If I already thanked you, Chris, charge it up to ......?

Kim Rodrigues May 18, 2017 at 7:10 PM Truth. Giving and taking away leaving us with quiet contemplation. Sunlite Wanter May 20, 2017 at 6:46 PM Yes, when we have a stressful day, and they are fewer, being back home in quiet contemplation is delicious.

Eve Roper May 18, 2017 at 6:58 PM Enjoyed reading, Sunlite, change is sometimes hard for some as we grow old. ~* Sunlite Wanter May 20, 2017 at 6:45 PM You are so right, Eve! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Glen Schwartz May 18, 2017 at 6:43 PM Beautiful poem, It sounds like a happy life to me :) Sunlite Wanter May 20, 2017 at 6:44 PM So nice of you, Glen.