A half a century gone bye,
She is weathered by time,
Beyond her prime.
Her body is breaking
And her soul is aching .
No longer is she young and spry.
A half a century old
She remembers her youthful days
Of warm sunshine rays
When her body was whole
And joy filled her soul
When her beauty was extolled.
A half a century in time
Is but a breath in a sigh.
Upon the wind it will fly,
A mere phantom in a breeze,
Here today and then it flees
How quickly the day turns to nighttime.
A half a century is no loss
For beauty and hope remain.
She will fight beyond the mundane
And break beyond the routine
To paint more vibrant scene
By clinging once again to the cross.
A half a century gone away
No more to return ,
Yet much is left to learn
As she will continue to sojourn
Weaving in her life a new pattern.
Tomorrow is still another day.
Author notes
...a work in progress
(also I don't consider 50 old considering I'm almost 40 
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Show me, O LORD , my life's end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting is my life.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Each man's life is but a breath. ~Selah
Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro:
He bustles about, but only in vain;
he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.
- Ps 39:4-6
Written March 28th, 2005
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Great poem, thank you. I have learned that it is only in latter years that you begin to look beyond the surface to what is within, and to have the wisdom of maturity and experience to fall back on. And it is only by clinging to the cross, that one can remain balanced within its standard of righteousness and plumbline to ascertain the right path to take in life. Thank you for this. Take care, Heather -
perfect~
How did I miss this one dang dang
It reminds me of me
Cuz I turned 50 last week...and Oh how I would love to have my youth back... but it can't be...since my youth I have indeed gained knowledge and made a few mistakes and have learned not to go back on those same mistakes again the 2nd time around...
Penned beautiful... but it to me is also sad, bittersweet, and poignant
I guess now I will have to think I am like a wine
I just get better with age
Perfect poem here sweetie
Love it
Hugs n love
Susan~~~~
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Hi Mel. This is a great poem! I love the consistency in your poetry style. I can always expect sterling even language and tone.
Hey I am currently reading The Pilgrim's Progress, and for some reason it made me think of you. I think it would really encourage you to read it. It is quite amazing to me. -
Half a century isn't old!! I have to say that, because I'm nearing there myself. Nice poem though - saddish?
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i like it..turning old isn`t a bad thing its for the good i think just think as the years go on the more wise you get with in...i guess i`m not so sceard about being old right not but hey i only just turn sixteen so i`m enjoyin life right now lol
but anyways great work keep it up!!!
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i like that. turning old isnt a good reason to just stop living your life to the fullest. "tomorrow is still another day." after reading this, being fifty years old doesnt seem that bad (i'm only thirteen).
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I liked this poem. My mom hit the half a century mark last October. I won't admit to her being old yet, I don't need to. She is just as active as me(possibly more so...). But again, I liked this poem. Good job. -
Wow when you say "half a century" it sounds so old, but 50 years really isn't that old (haha, this coming from a 14-year-old). Anyway, nice poem!
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