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
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~~ 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 ~~
We have forgotten!
The New Deal has been destroyed
And we don’t see it.
Social Security and
Medicare under attack.
Cleverly disguised
By the “old standby”…tax cuts
They try to bankrupt;
Forcing the extinction of
Our long beloved safety nets.
When will we wake up!
The middle-class is dying,
While privilege thrives.
When we are homeless and sick
Maybe then we’ll remember.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What lives within us,
Deep beneath skin’s shallowness?
Beauty is finite
Where the senses are concerned.
Time eats away at our flesh…
No one is immune.
The mirror lies to the young.
Tricked by ignorance
They believe it’s forever.
Surely age doth prove them wrong
As it has done for eons.
Better spent is time
Seeing the beauty within.
Love and compassion,
They have no physical bounds…
They cannot be kept.
These are things of true beauty,
Things cherished for a lifetime.
Given with no material cost,
But having immeasurable value
These are what are precious to me.
This is the beauty,
That lies deep within.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
So many aches and pains
Never use to be this way
I could go for hours
Suddenly the years take toll
And the body does rebel
Very strange indeed
These natural frailties
That affect us all
One can cosmetically fight
But in the end…aging wins
~~ Dominic R DiFrancesco ~~
Ravaged by the years
Bodies surrender to time
Winter of our lives
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Forced into uselessness
Our society deems them a nuisance
Retiring them to the annals of history
Gone are the days they were revered
Only a culture of arrogance would discard their wisdom
Trusting instead in the coldness of technology
This is our way, leaving them out in the cold
Entombing them before their time
Never seeing beyond the length of their years
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The passage of time
Only man feels its effects
Because he watches
~~ 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
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~