Feeling my own age
in the quandary of time.
Aches and pains seem to rage
I’ve lost the youth sublime.
Time is like a hideous cage
seemingly unjust to plague
this ancient not-so-sagacious page
seeking an eternal wage.
But if I fly, by and by,
to the One, the Ancient of Days,
would my days seem so slight
in light of the One I must praise?
Now feeling foolish with my slyness.
His Word to me left me rhyme-less.
Time in the ocean of eternity,
a drop of oil, lost at sea.
My words now seem so lost and worn,
before Him I am hardly borne.
This truth comforts, takes the cold.
No longer do I feel so old.
1-6-08
A contest entry
- (#184) prompt contest ~ no rules by daviscth.
400 points, ended January 9, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Your use of words just astounds me! I know that I should not be shocked but I still am!
Loved this one line: Time in the ocean of eternity,
a drop of oil, lost at sea.
So profoundly written! Visualization was incredible to me! Very well written!
kiki
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I am glad YOU have found the fountain of youth, and I still feel older than I wish.
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You really did a wonderful job writing for my prompt. The opening lines sounds just like me. Thanks very much for your entry.
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