The Prompt: Age

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Confidence we hope for,
Wisdom we dream of,
Peace we aspire to.

Grey hair we plan for,
Aches we despair of,
Loss we fear.

Too short, too long.
Wished away,
and held close.

Look forward, look back.
Memories fade,
and crystallise.

Age, a time to measure, and
a legacy to leave.
Age, a number to count, and
a life to live.

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21 thoughts on “The Prompt: Age”

  1. “Age, a time to measure, and
    a legacy to leave.
    Age, a number to count, and
    a life to live.”

    Such a great little poem.
    So sad that some people’s measure of time is short. We must make each moment count. X

  2. How beautiful, thank you for sharing a lovely poem with touching words. We get so caught up with a busy life sometimes, we need to stop and look at the wonderful little things around us.

  3. Such a beautiful poem – captures ageing so beautifully. I love these lines particularly:

    Too short, too long.
    Wished away,
    and held close.

    So much summed up in just a few words and so very powerful.

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