When we were young and strong, a fronted life we portrayed.
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 .
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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