When we were young and strong, a fronted life we portrayed.
Im ready for what’s out there…Let Me Out!!!
When older, life is more real, though physically, colors have grayed.
Asking Gods plan, what’s it all worth? In Autumn with pain , and spiritual mirth.
Seeking something more, we yearn inside for a spiritual birth.
Easier to seek spiritual things, after trying amiss when we were young to be God .
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This is so good, and I was sure I had commented on it when I read it weeks ago. But I see that I have no comment here, so I guess I just clicked “Like” instead. Should have left the comment. It deserves to be praised.
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Beautiful poem, words so true to life and perfect, adorable image~takes me back in time (16 yrs ago) when my kids were little~
Lauren
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Oh Paul, how you’ve hit the nail on the head! I love this so much…
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