Tree Rings
TREE RINGS
Poured into the world
Enthralled, aghast
Gradually that fluidity congeals
For years one wishes to be older
Then, with experience one wishes
Ah, if only, to be young again
With wisdom one learns acceptance
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Posted on August 8, 2015, in Poetry and tagged Childhood, Life, Time, Wisdom, Wish. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
I’m 18 in my mind and 80 in my body even though I haven’t yet reached 60, so there’s a bit of a tug of war going on here. I’m rooting for the 18 year old to win.
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Keep on growing. 🙂
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Some days I have wisdom others I still long for that younger me. Only to have more energy.
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And this time use it more sensibly, OK. 😛
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Feelings they come and go. 🙂
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They surely do. 🙂
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I wouldn’t mind having the 20 year old’s body and the cumulation of all I’ve learned living beyond those years. And at 21 know what I am going to do to my body and stop myself. 😉
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TODAY
Guess we have what we have
Or at least what we see
Maybe working
On how we see
Is the key?
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If we don’t see what is there?
Does it exist?
I look beyond sight
Into visions of rainbows
Lights reflect color
We look at color
Concentrate – what can we see?
Streams of blending light
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