Growing Old

Gracefully embracing the
Relapses of time
Oiling memories and
Wisps of yesterdays
Inviting tomorrow to
Now gift moments
Giving joy forever
One journey that
Lifelong we travel
Death the end
Acrostic Only

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

2 thoughts on “Growing Old”

  1. let us not forget how important are our oldies to us!love this one, yes, death is the end of every journey a man takes! passing old age first!

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