Friday, August 8, 2014

Forty


Forty, the age when time

leaves youth behind,

so progress can be made

and Soul take hold of

Self, moving toward union,

where more years stand behind

than  do ahead, and wisdom

cautions patience and

acceptance, now

required, not optional.

 
http://dversepoets.com/2014/08/07/meetingthebar-its-a-small-small-world-so-lets-limbo-like-there-is-no-tomorrow/

10 comments:

  1. Yes there's that time.. often you don't even realize that you have changed though until you turn 50 or 60... hopefully.

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  2. Acceptance may be required, but I still find it hard to accept that I'm more than 40. Great poem!

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  3. Hah! Should be sent to all forty year olds. Hmmm. My son turns forty this year.

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  4. very wise lines...specially the final line :)

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  5. smiles... crossed that border already - and it def. gives some new freedom

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  6. I'm only 22 but I swear once you get out of your teens, time seems to go by faster... oy

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  7. It takes a bundle to appreciate age runs faster than thoughts when reaching 40! Ah well! Nicely Roslyn!

    Hank

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  8. It is always a shock to realize my age. I don't feel old inside.

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