By a Rosebush
by
James Shammas
(Age: 44)
copyright 05-15-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
The sun at midday in a cloudless sky
Contrasts the living green of its waxen leaves
Cleanly against their sun-scorched shadows,
The rosebush blowing in the roaring wind,
A wonder for all to see, hear, and feel.
Yet his burning, eager eyes, ears and skin
Wither softly beneath the same tempestuous sun,
Eclipsed by the dark, fading memories
Still blooming under the senescent sky.
It is a long, lingering, moving mind
Where imagination and perception
Must forever thrive entwined.
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Very nicely put. I can, and do, relate to growing old. Only physically though. Mentally I'm about thirty.
As the song goes, That was a very good year.
Not that I'm complaining about most of this, I just wish all the bits would stay working.
My one gripe is that as we become older, we become invisible.
Keep writing, Brian
Age isn't anything but a number. It doesn't define who we are or what we should do. Your poem is beautiful and creates a calming aura, to me anyway. Great job on a job well done.
Yes it is true that our mind keeps us thinking we are young. I can honestly say that because I played softball last night and today I am having trouble walking. The body is old the mind thinks its young and I feel the fight for who is right with every steap I take. Thanks, Anthony( The old body is winning? ouch )
It is true that it is our mind that keeps us young. If we keep our minds active we will still enjoy all the good things life can bring, even though our bodies may be falling apart.