Aging Grace-Fully
By John R. Greenwood
Age is beauty on a precipice
Teetering precariously at the edge of fear and joy
Peering over with open mind
exhilaration befriends us
Retreating to safety masked in fear
we shrivel up
wilt
and blow away
Seek something
somewhere
See what others do not
Say what you
feel
you should
Be
someone
you feel
you should
be
jrg4.10.12
Oh, this one speaks to me. I feel like I'm teetering precariously right now! I like the pictures you put with this as well.
ReplyDeleteI so love this post. I definitely identify with Old Wrecks, hee hee! In the most loving way:) I especially love "Peering over with open mind, exhilaration befriends us". It's the only way to roll, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you matched the photos to your lovely words. Nice to know that an old, beat-up truck could still have umph. I just hope I can be like it. Really enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteThis beat up old truck says, "Thank you all for dropping in. Your comments are appreciated."
ReplyDeleteJohn,
ReplyDeleteI love the words and even more so, the images. They are both sad and practical...Like a memorial in houour of good service in life.
Best Wishes,
Eileen
Eileen, your observation was my goal. Even at rusty-rest they provide calm for my camera and earn respect from my pen.
DeleteI had no idea old truck poetry was such a blooming genre. Thanks for making that happen.
ReplyDeletei am one of the invisible aging boomers, and yet, i will not go quietly into this goodnight (Fitzgerald). I am loving this poem.
ReplyDeletegood job, good job.
thank you, for sharing.
As we get older it is easier to be ourselves.
ReplyDeleteAgree with Karen - I have been me for a long time...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]