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Discussion in 'Your Writer's Den' started by RoKo, May 4, 2015.

  1. RoKo

    RoKo Ron Kostiuk

    Apr 25, 2015
    Tiny Ontario

    As you look deep into these aging eyes
    Do you see a child with a soul still free
    The heart of a child beats inside this body
    Although the aged shell is all you now see

    Can you see the joy of youth still playing
    From behind these time-worn eyes
    An inner light shines as bright as the stars
    Still living beneath this thin disguise

    How cruel the passing years seem to be
    With our costumes changing as we age
    From infant to child, then young to old
    Facing new problems witht every stage

    It's as if we were many different people
    The adult barely resembling the child
    The external changes being so complete
    Young and old are rarely reconciled

    The way to get the whole picture, it seems
    Is to think of everyone that we see
    As the child they were, who they are today
    And the old person they soon will be

    There are some whose eyes still glimmer
    For whom the child within never dies
    Most who observe, see only the shell
    Never knowing where youthfulness still lies

    What can we learn from all these changes
    Could be the fact that nothing stays real
    How can we be judged by a deceptive facade
    That only hides the way we truly feel

    The day shall arrive when we’re dead and gone
    When our short lives on earth are done
    With all our trials rendered null and void
    And all our battles either lost or won

    No matter what, “life will always carry on”
    You have read this in many a verse
    The same is true for every person we meet
    We will make each life somewhat better or worse

    Thus, we should measure disheartening words
    And make sure that they needed to be spoken
    So we won't be among those who caused dismay
    If they reach the end of a life, heartbroken

    And when those we've known are old and gray
    Remembering the years they left behind
    Comforting words we said, might return again
    With the memory that we were kind

  2. Ruby

    Ruby Member

    Dec 7, 2014
    Just, WOW!
  3. RoKo

    RoKo Ron Kostiuk

    Apr 25, 2015
    Tiny Ontario
    Thank You, Ruby
  4. BumbleBea

    BumbleBea Fallen Angel

    May 13, 2014
    I needed to re-read this today.

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