Autumn of My Life


My hair falls,
Down,
Like autumn leaves.
My face crumples,
Like used tissues.
The bags under
My eyes,
Are big enough
To go shopping with.

But I love the softness,
The relief of the
Autumn.

No more struggling,
Against the sweat
Of summer.
No shivers of ice,
From spring winds.
No bleak, bare
Countryside of
Charred winter.

So here I am,
In the autumn
Of my life,
Remembering
So many seasons,
So many lives,
Where I have swung,
From sweet to sour,
From loving to bitter,
And now I'm
Back again,
Rounder,
Older,
But never wiser.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-22 at 10:35

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Lokiane
The atmosphere is lovely! Even my fear of growing old ceased to exist for a brief moment;) It is really memorable!
2006-10-06


penfold18
Esti you actually make growing older sound like a peaceful experience, instead of the tumultuous affair that it is, i really enjoyed this.
2005-10-22