What will I do with all these years
Will these little poems now and then
These evening walks and and sights of sunset
Or late nights staring at the moon
And the stars
Will these gentle smiles to strangers
Whenever they meet my eye on the street
Will it all be enough?
The fire and passion of my youth is gone now
The ashes have long grown cold
All that anger is gone
The days are long but time is short
I sit still and try to think
Soon I forget what it was about
The years have outrun me
This life has gotten a bit too fast
I need a bit of quiet
Somewhere to sit still
And wait for the sunset
I might be young, but I'm old at heart
And this old man needs his rest
A. SWANTALALA
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There are...
times when even a young man will feel old.
I think that we have flashes of our lives in ways that we find
peculiar. Those are the days, when we wonder what is it all about?
Life is sometimes a bit taxing, even for a young man.
Slow down, take it easy, have a day of rest, lay back against a tree
and wonder at the wonder of it all.
My favorite part of this is the last lines beginning with The years have outrun me...
Nothing I would change. ~ Geezer.
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WOW!
Geezer, this is beautiful. Thank you
Thank you Ekaterina
I guess we're all biased when it comes to sunsets. I still think my home village at the edges of the Kalahari has the best sunsets in the world. Thank you for the positivity though. I guess I just get a bit exhausted sometimes. But thanks to poetry we're able to open the curtains to the heart and let a bit of sunshine in and that's just beautiful. Thanks.