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.
Very nice, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAh 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!
ReplyDeleteOne of the perks of living on the coast of Georgia. The marshes turn such beautiful colors in fall!
ReplyDeleteSo true!
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This is so beautiful....
ReplyDeletehealing power of the soul
Yes, old is gold
ReplyDeletesounds like we were on the same thought wave...
ReplyDeleteI really, really need to work on this philosophy.
ReplyDeleteI 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.