Brittle bones and silvered hair,
Display time’s imprints of life and wear.
Knowledge accrued, from life sublime,
Instilled wisdoms from remnants of time.
The heart’s handbag, complete with joy and scar,
Becomes a placeholder for love present and far.
Compassion still with us, tucked in our heart,
Memories we carry, some banished, some marred.
Does satisfaction of the past emanate without ruin,
Or sporting frown lines from hurtful wounds?
Roads we’ve travelled become etched in our mark,
How well we’ll be remembered, when our souls have gone dark.
© D.G. Kaye – 2013
8 thoughts on “Wisdom and Aging”
OH DG, this poem is beautiful. The image of the heart’s handbag is very creative!
Thanks so much Christy, means a lot coming from you! 🙂
It’s so great to read about aging in a positive manner. Nice choice of photo.
Thanks Carol, I searched for ‘the tree of life’ 🙂
Beautiful. I hope I remember all these things. It’s not a given as I deal with a 97-year-old who has accrued little wisdom and perspective. So I take her as my teacher and will learn to do better. Thank you, Debby.
I think you are doing just fine and more my friend!. You have much to teach with your own wisdom! 🙂
DG… Beautifully penned my friend…
You are right when you highlight the link between aging and wisdom…
I particularly liked the last two verses here:
“Roads we’ve travelled become etched in our mark/
How well we’ll be remembered, when our souls have gone dark.”
Bow to the writer. Respectfully; Aquileana 😉
Thank you for your praise Aq, I love when you dissect my writing as I highly respect your command for poetry! 🙂 xo