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.
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.
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Yes there's that time.. often you don't even realize that you have changed though until you turn 50 or 60... hopefully.
ReplyDeleteAcceptance may be required, but I still find it hard to accept that I'm more than 40. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteHah! Should be sent to all forty year olds. Hmmm. My son turns forty this year.
ReplyDeletevery wise lines...specially the final line :)
ReplyDeletesmiles... crossed that border already - and it def. gives some new freedom
ReplyDeleteI'm only 22 but I swear once you get out of your teens, time seems to go by faster... oy
ReplyDeleteyes, you have captured it ! :)
ReplyDeleteIt takes a bundle to appreciate age runs faster than thoughts when reaching 40! Ah well! Nicely Roslyn!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautiful! Somewhat Yeatsian. :)
ReplyDeleteIt is always a shock to realize my age. I don't feel old inside.
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