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concerns of the young are no longer mine.</p><p id="5285">There is no time to waste To rue the loss of physical beauty or imagined slights, the bitter treacheries, the abandonments, the physical abuses. They have fallen with my youth to rot in a watery, purple mist at my feet.</p><p id="2b60">I only have time to rejoice, to create, to appreciate daily, the love that is gifted from those I hold dear And the Universe.</p><p id="48f1">I wrap these love bandages around my aging heart, and move forward in joy In the surety that we pass from this wonderful place to something even more beautiful — The source of all creation!</p><p id="93c7">Thank you, <a href="

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WK6 PROMPT

The Sunset of My Life

The bloom of youth departed

The Sunset — Raine Lore — 1989

“Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on” — Ekhart Tolle

I am glowing in the sunset of my life. Beauty has departed, except for that residing in my blushing soul. A twisted body, no girlhood dew, freed of a youthful bloom — lush foliage long faded and fallen, the concerns of the young are no longer mine.

There is no time to waste To rue the loss of physical beauty or imagined slights, the bitter treacheries, the abandonments, the physical abuses. They have fallen with my youth to rot in a watery, purple mist at my feet.

I only have time to rejoice, to create, to appreciate daily, the love that is gifted from those I hold dear And the Universe.

I wrap these love bandages around my aging heart, and move forward in joy In the surety that we pass from this wonderful place to something even more beautiful — The source of all creation!

Thank you, Indubala Kachhawa, for this delightful prompt.

W6 Prompt
Epigraphic Poem
Sunset
End Of Life
Seniors
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