RSS

Life…

25 Sep

 th34I0DOUY

Growing old, luster gone from aging eyes, vanished beauty;

the shaded looks from an old lover causes the soul to cry.

Time the enemy is not kind; as both beauty and strength

begins to decay. Time engulfs the aged; suddenly life

changes in every way.

Of youth, we dream, while youth and old ages entwine.

We mellow with each setting sun, our minds fight

becoming old; of truth we decline. At last, we see the world

with fading eyes; the heart becomes weak. The past is gone

there is no future; the years have gone by so quickly, we weep.

The days are long, were we ever so young; this crumbling body

we cannot change. This prison we live in, the past, the present;

brings only weary pain. Suffer, feeble, remembrance hidden

deep within our minds. Emotions felt, we must live the hand we

are dealt; life is not always kind. Frozen in time, ghost of ourselves;

there is nothing left to tell. It is the last stage of life, some wait for

Heaven, while others will continue to live in hell!

©2015.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 
3 Comments

Posted by on September 25, 2015 in Poetry

 

Tags: , , , , , ,

3 responses to “Life…

  1. Bob Mills

    September 26, 2015 at 9:53 am

    Wow!

    Like

     
 
%d bloggers like this: