Victory or gift?
Not to want what I can’t have
Accept what I can’t change
One who loved fine clothes
Necessarily content
Wearing what still fits
No grand travels now
Replaced by memories
Lots of time to write
Unintended change
Silver price of letting go
Golden gift of age
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Silver price of letting go Golden gift of age Yep that’s exactly what old age is about, letting go and becoming free. Beautiful poem. It captures the essence of our experience as we age. Well done.
Thanks for your comment Eileen. I’m happy you are enjoying being free as the gift old age. Your words encourage me. ❤
Many gifts for us to receive and I guess its all in how we view them and life. This is a beautiful way of describing the feelings of aging. The kids growing up, moving out etc. I think you are a lovely soul, just had to say it. Your writing is exciting, it brings up subjects and tells a story leaving a message! Lovely
Thanks, Lynn, for your dear description of my writing. ❤
Writing is reliving and you Mme are very much full of life. Keep writing and we’ll keep reading 🙂
Thank you, Heath. ❤
The “gold gift of age” was truly felt when I became “One who loved fine clothes, Necessarily content, Wearing what still fits” ~ this was a great feeling…
Yes. It is freeing. I like your comment. Thanks.
A great gift, I’d say, and that acceptance comes through in your writing every time 🙂
Thanks Andrea. I’m so glad you pick up on my acceptance. ❤
A beautiful and accurate description of the upside of aging well!
Many thanks. 🙂
Sounds like you experience this.