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On Growing Old

Submitted by Lavender on Tue, 2023-12-12 10:13

I sit alone
in the dark
thinking about the journey of the sun,
its coming and going -

leaving me,
then finding me hours later
donning my same skin.

I rise to turn on a lamp,
then stop, content to linger in these
last delicate moments of this day,

eager to know the friendship of tomorrow,
and indebted to the loyalty of every yesterday.

Style / type:

Free verse

Review Request (Intensity):

I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing stage:

Editing - rough draft

Contest:

12/23 Getting Older

Content level:

Not Explicit Content

Comments

Unca Fez

Tue, 2023-12-12 16:59

These Times of Reflection...

These times of reflection come more often as we age. The pressures of life seem to have less importance, allowing us to indulge in these simple pleasures. Well, done.

Thanx,
Steve

Lavender

Tue, 2023-12-12 21:02

Hello, Steve,

So true. As I've aged, I ponder on the simplest things. A nice trade off for getting older.
Thank you for reading!
L

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RoseBlack

Tue, 2023-12-12 17:15

I find myself

Reflecting quite a bit. Sometimes it takes the simple things to really make us think..another beautiful write. Well done.

~RoseBlack~

Lavender

Tue, 2023-12-12 21:07

Hello, Carrie,

Yes! I find the routine of the sun to be simplistic, but also kind of extraordinary, in a way. The measure of a lifetime, and growing old.
Thank you for reading!
L

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Ruby Lord

Wed, 2023-12-13 06:00

I think this is excellent, I

I think this is excellent, I read a peaceful scene and a melody that slowly moved me from dusk to night. In particular, I enjoyed the pace and the serenity your poem gave to me. Ruby :) xx

Give and grow - let's raise our verses together. I'm happy to comment on your work and appreciate a comment on mine.

Lavender

Wed, 2023-12-13 12:38

As we age (or at least, as I age) our minds tend to wonder about the simpler things in life, and appreciate those things. Getting older is rough, but there is also beauty in it.
Thank you for your kindness and encouragement!
L

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Candlewitch

Wed, 2023-12-13 06:22