Age is not an evil thing to be detested and deplored.
Even though you can't do the things you easily did before.
Knowledge and experience, a wiser man you'll be.
Though your body weak and heavy eyes, other attributes you'll see.
Memories of yesteryear are at your beckon call.
Such good times come rushing back, enough to fill a hall.
As we near our fateful end, there is nothing for us to fear.
Our time will come, his will be done, let joy be in those tears.
Time moves on, the cap is don'd, take up the banners call.
It's time to wave the flag of piece as age catches us all.
About the Creator
GARY DEAN
Started writing in 2009, after getting made redundant from my job. Now it is a hobby, something I can enjoy and play about with.
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When Powers of Sun Magnified
After childhood years spent listening to these stories at the feet of Nana Belle, great aunts and great uncles, this part (my part) became both easy and hard. Easy when you grow up to become a writer. Hard knowing the oral traditions steeped in a history vast enough to eclipse the oldest mariner’s voyage are in danger of being lost simply because no one sits still to listen anymore.
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