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Beth Pestell Poem
With age
With age fading the barriers of time
The dimming of days, the hazy line
Of distinction between the past and the present,
No ambition to serve, no anger to vent
On the mere misdemeanours of youth.
With age time stands no longer the goad,
For rushing and battling to lighten the load
Of work, no more deadlines, imperative goals,
Only the ending when the church bell tolls.
With age the memories are gathered to treasure
To bring back in those moments of leisure,
The wisdom, the knowledge, the peace and the calm
Run deep, lie strong, the soul’s quiet psalm
Copyright © Beth Pestell | Year Posted 2019
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Beth Pestell Poem
Sneaky snivelling dog,
Creeping around for gain,
Snatching whatever comes close,
No understanding of pain.
The pain that other things suffer,
The agony of dying for real,
I hope you never do realise,
Or empathise, notice, or feel.
But never forget the family,
The pull to provide for the young,
It changes every perspective,
The hyenas howl must be sung.
Copyright © Beth Pestell | Year Posted 2019
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