“Only the most fortunate
can hold on to the gift
bestowed on them”
Yes.
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Christine Bolton
December 9, 2020 at 11:58 pm
Agreed Ken. Sometimes you don’t know what you have when it looks you in the face 😕
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Beverly Crawford
December 9, 2020 at 3:12 pm
What’s sad is when the old and wise choose the young and lovely thinking to renew their youth! I like your poem very much!
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Christine Bolton
December 10, 2020 at 12:00 am
Oh my gosh, yes! Isn’t that the saddest thing. Thanks for reading Bev. I’m happy you like it. 🥰
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sanaarizvi
December 9, 2020 at 1:45 pm
Love this! I especially resonate with; “Scars remain of memories faded/Dissolving in the lake of recollection.” Poignant, arresting and worth a countless reads 🙂
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Christine Bolton
December 9, 2020 at 1:53 pm
Oh you’re too kind Sanaa! Thank you so very much ☺️❤️
When we are young and beautiful we should seek out other young and beautiful and celebrated together. When we become old our wisdom grows deeper we find it more satisfying to be with one who shares our understanding of life. When we’re lucky it turns out to be the same person – that’s not always the case though unfortunately. Great poem Christine.
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Christine Bolton
December 9, 2020 at 1:50 pm
Thanks Rob. The line I used just reminded me that we leave no footprint per se. We are just passing through and wisdom is acquired along the way. I never have regrets and luckily I have let go of old stuff long ago. Yes like you I am with the one who understands me and vice versa ☺️
Yes Bjorn. Like the expression- “we don’t know what we don’t know”.
Youth is such a bad judgement of character… which is what really matters in the end.
I like how you used that line, Christine. And one day even those ripples will be smooth, which is a comforting thought.
Thanks Lisa. I always appreciate your kind words 🥰
My pleasure, Christine.
Ending your poem with the challenge line was brilliant … really enjoyed this.
Thanks Helen 💕 You are so kind ☺️
don’t leave a trace
only ripples of once was… and maybe that is enough
Yes, perhaps Debi. It takes a long time to get to that point ☺️
Well, and I am almost 70, so it has been a long time for me. Smile
You don’t look it ☺️ Have a wonderful day Debi. Thanks for stopping by and I wish you a Happy Holiday Season.
And to you and yours, Christine
“Only the most fortunate
can hold on to the gift
bestowed on them”
Yes.
Agreed Ken. Sometimes you don’t know what you have when it looks you in the face 😕
What’s sad is when the old and wise choose the young and lovely thinking to renew their youth! I like your poem very much!
Oh my gosh, yes! Isn’t that the saddest thing. Thanks for reading Bev. I’m happy you like it. 🥰
Love this! I especially resonate with; “Scars remain of memories faded/Dissolving in the lake of recollection.” Poignant, arresting and worth a countless reads 🙂
Oh you’re too kind Sanaa! Thank you so very much ☺️❤️
You wove in the waterbird well here and I especially liked:
“Many will lose their grasp
and happiness slips away
over and over”
Thank you so much Laura. I’m happy you liked it ☺️
When we are young and beautiful we should seek out other young and beautiful and celebrated together. When we become old our wisdom grows deeper we find it more satisfying to be with one who shares our understanding of life. When we’re lucky it turns out to be the same person – that’s not always the case though unfortunately. Great poem Christine.
Thanks Rob. The line I used just reminded me that we leave no footprint per se. We are just passing through and wisdom is acquired along the way. I never have regrets and luckily I have let go of old stuff long ago. Yes like you I am with the one who understands me and vice versa ☺️
Ooh! Love the last stanza, Christine!
Thanks so much Punam. I always appreciate your kind words ☺️💕🥰
My pleasure, always. 🥰