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Growing Old

Gone the glow of verdant youth, Fragile joints replace fresh stems; Roughened bark succeeds the smooth, Strength and power, spring’s bold gems, Falter with the frost of age – Stumble in the autumn breeze; But, as Time turns weathered page, Beauty brings us to our knees.

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Gone the glow of verdant youth,

Fragile joints replace fresh stems;

Roughened bark succeeds the smooth,

Strength and power, spring’s bold gems,

Falter with the frost of age –

Stumble in the autumn breeze;

But, as Time turns weathered page,

Beauty brings us to our knees.

Responses to “Growing Old”

  1. Heidi Viars

    This speaks to me, Ms. Melody! Not sure if it makes me smile or cry :/ … blessings to you, dear friend!

    1. melodylowes

      Thanks Heidi! My daughter is LOVING Germany. We miss her terribly but are so happy that she has settled in so well.

      1. Heidi Viars

        That’s so cool! I hear you about missing your child. Mine only lives an hour away, but I am only adjusting slowly to my first-born being gone 😦 … My offer is still good, if you ever need anything, LET ME KNOW!!! Blessings, dear sister!

      2. melodylowes

        Thanks so much Heidi! I will remember that!!

  2. Gallivanta

    Was this written just for me? 😉 I certainly feel those fragile joints.

    1. melodylowes

      HA! I have a few aching spots already, too. I’m too egocentric to let you have all the fun! 🙂

      1. Gallivanta

        LOL!

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