Structures age with time
Flesh and blood or stone and wood
It does not matter
All things will turn to dust
Whether we like it or not
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
Structures age with time
Flesh and blood or stone and wood
It does not matter
All things will turn to dust
Whether we like it or not
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
Age before beauty
Tis honor or sarcasm
My vote…sarcasm
Our respect for age exists
Only when it benefits
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Walking arm-in-arm
Out of love and for balance
Joys of getting old
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Another year down
Yet I feel no different
Celebrating birth
A half century plus one
Seems like just another day
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To feel young again
My aches and my pains vanquished
Tireless child
They say it’s a state of mind
My body says otherwise
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Old dogs learn new tricks
Though maybe not as quickly
Patience a virtue
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
So lovely are you,
A flower frozen in time,
Beauty eternal.
To my eyes forever young,
Though to others we grow old.
Age, is illusion,
Wasted for generations
On those bearing youth.
A shame and curse to be sure
For they are blinded by years.
One day they will know
What we begrudgingly learned,
That love knows no bounds.
It is beauty internal
That time cannot take away.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Invincible youth
Passes in the blink of an eye
Inevitable
As it always has with age
Though not always with wisdom
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is this thing mystical?
One so oft used to determine one’s worth,
To discriminate,
To determine wisdom,
To justify foolishness,
Wasted on the young,
Marking the beginning,
Anticipating the end,
Setting milestones,
Telling us when to leave,
Removing individuality,
Segregating the masses,
Coming too slowly,
Wished to slow down,
Terrible early on,
Then sweet,
Forty old of youth,
Fifty young of old,
Then the precious metal of gold.
Why the stigma?
Why the worry?
This mystic–age,
It’s no different than its predecessor,
No different than its successor,
It’s just a number,
Like any other.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Friday’s Threesome 9 May
Quote: Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age – Victor Hugo
As we near our end
Do we find any comfort
Letting life go dark
Heaven awaits its next Saint
May you pass in peaceful sleep
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~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~