Weather-worn and grayed by sun, Splintered by the races run, Distanced from youth’s lively fun, Singing new refrain; Wearing grey with greater grace, Wisdom etched on aging face, Finding strength in finding place, Going with the grain.
Weather-worn and grayed by sun,
Splintered by the races run,
Distanced from youth’s lively fun,
Singing new refrain;
Wearing grey with greater grace,
Wisdom etched on aging face,
Finding strength in finding place,
Going with the grain.
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gentle poem, gentle wisdom, beautifully done
Thank you, Linda!
I felt a deep sense of acceptance emanating from these words that resonated somewhere deep within me. Thank you. Many thanks, also, for the follow, which is greatly appreciated. Blessings from Lizzie Joy
Wonderful! I look forward to seeing more of Wales through your eyes – a place that I definitely need to add to my ‘must visit’ list (which is getting long!)
You have an amazing eye which turns the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Ivon
Thank you, Ivon! I appreciate that high praise!
This is my theme song lately… “Growing old gracefully!” Thanks, Melody! Your garden is a sight to behold… Hope you have help keeping it up.
Once in a while I twist a teen’s arm to weed for me – it is a lot of work, though…
We seem to be on a similar track, Melody–I’ve got one coming up Sunday with “splinters” in it. Great, as usual!
Thank you Caddo!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?