Harley White Poet Sonnet

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Seasons pass in life’s procession,
days and nights in swift progression,
granting pleasures with each clime
while future measures out the time…

Stamina I lately lack.
Will it like the tides come back,
or am I reaching earthly end?
What will lie beyond the bend?

All that waxes also wanes.
As old age brings losses, pains,
I’ll ease my way through what remains,
seeking out true wisdom’s gains,

and try to sing like nightingales,
before my mortal being fails…


~ Harley White


[This poem was written on the occasion of my birthday in June.]

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John Gondolf May 17, 2020 at 11:22 AM And sonnets too...my muse takes me to "seasons past" quite often. Nicely penned, Harley. John Harley White May 17, 2020 at 5:14 PM Yes, my muse takes me there also, as you can see. And I do have several sonnets posted. Thank you for your interest!

Lindsay Laurie June 29, 2018 at 1:26 AM G'day Harley … a touch melancholy like sonnets usually are … very good and a joy to read - Lindsay

Sylvia Coulstock June 26, 2018 at 2:59 PM My apologies Harley I misread your name.That’s what old age does for you lol.All the best. Harley White June 26, 2018 at 4:16 PM No problem with my name. I've been called a lot of things over the years, lol.

Sylvia Coulstock June 26, 2018 at 2:54 PM This is lovely Haley even though a little sad for some of it I can personally relate to.I think you’re a very skilled poet and I look forward to reading more of your work.Also would like to wish you belated birthday wishes. Harley White June 26, 2018 at 4:13 PM I appreciate your lovely comment and warm wishes!Thank you very much! Yes, the years do take their toll... so it goes...