In the passage of time, whispers are heard,
A phrase oft repeated, like a fleeting bird,
"You're getting old," they gently convey,
But deep within, it speaks of life's decay.
With each passing year, our steps may slow,
And locks of gold may fade to silver's glow,
Yet, in those words, a truth does lie,
Of life's fleeting dance beneath the sky.
The clock ticks on, unyielding and sure,
And youth's vibrant hues begin to blur,
In every wrinkle, a tale is etched,
Of days gone by, of dreams once fetched.
But let not sorrow, this truth enslave,
For life's journey, a gift it gave,
Embrace the moments, both young and old,
In each heartbeat, a story to be told.
For as the petals fall from flowers fair,
They lend their beauty to the fragrant air,
So, too, do we, as the years roll by,
Bestow our wisdom, like a painted sky.
In the embrace of time, we find our worth,
A tapestry woven since our birth,
The ebb and flow of days and years,
Gives life its meaning, allaying fears.
So, let not fear the joy erase,
Of every line upon your face,
For in each one, a life resides,
A tale of love, of hope, of strides.
"You're getting old," a truth it may be,
Yet cherish this journey, wild and free,
For life's sweet song, a bittersweet refrain,
In the symphony of time, forever will remain.
The inspiration for this poem comes from the beauty and complexity of life's journey, the passing of time, and the emotions that accompany the realization of aging. It reflects on how the phrase "you're getting older" can hold both a gentle reminder of the natural progression of life and a deeper understanding of mortality. The poem draws on the idea that while aging may bring physical changes and the acknowledgment of the fleeting nature of life, it also enriches our experiences and bestows upon us wisdom and cherished memories. It encourages embracing every stage of life with grace and finding meaning in the moments that shape our existence. The imagery of nature, like petals falling from flowers or a painted sky, helps to convey the cyclical nature of life and the beauty that can be found in its evolution. The poem ultimately celebrates the value of a life well-lived and the unique story that each individual carries within themselves as they journey through time.
Belle Webb🪶©2023
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