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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This speaks to me, Ms. Melody! Not sure if it makes me smile or cry
… blessings to you, dear friend!
Thanks Heidi! My daughter is LOVING Germany. We miss her terribly but are so happy that she has settled in so well.
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!
Thanks so much Heidi! I will remember that!!
Was this written just for me? 😉 I certainly feel those fragile joints.
HA! I have a few aching spots already, too. I’m too egocentric to let you have all the fun! 🙂
LOL!