Sunday, 7 October 2012

take a leaf out of the leaf book

We could take a leaf out of the leaf book
Allowing ourselves to age in style
Instead of thinking we loose our beauty
We should embrace the change in our smile

No one thinks Autumn leaves look ugly
So why do we try to pretend we're the same
Wrinkles are signs of laughter
Get hair is nothing to shame

Kids collect the most colourful leaves
Valuing their brightnes at that stage
How beautifully leaves grow old
Why can't we see we're also beautiful with age

This poem was written as part of Saturday Centus at Jenny Matlocks blog, go and see what others have written.


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Karen S. said...

Ah yes, to age like a fine wine...and why is it that we are more apt to always pick up a fallen leaf from fall...because they are so beautiful!

Judie said...

One of the perks of living on the coast of Georgia. The marshes turn such beautiful colors in fall!

Sue said...

So true!


gautami tripathy said...

This is so beautiful....

healing power of the soul

Anonymous said...

Yes, old is gold

anitamombanita said...

sounds like we were on the same thought wave...

Jenny said...

I really, really need to work on this philosophy.

I keep shuddering when I look in the mirror.

Perhaps I need to see myself in more vibrant color!

This was really evocative writing. I enjoyed it so much.

Thank you for sharing.