Joy In Thy Morrows

Childhood's spring
has come to pass,
its fruit plucked,
wasted upon
adulthood's winter soil ~

Whence did thy lushness
turn to frailty?

Whilst time doth move on,
partake of joy in thy morrows.
Wisdom from being older
shan't be an end to life!

Winter is but a season,
it, too, shall pass ~
enjoy thy days,
ne'er regret being alive.

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Quickie Anyone?.....Pic Prompt by Carolina Moon. 700 points, ended January 24, 2009, 14 entries
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Soft-Rain
January 31, 2009

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Congrats on this well deserved Gold!
You truly earned it through emotions of these lines:

Whilst time doth move on,
partake of joy in thy morrows.
Wisdom from being older
shan't be an end to life!

So true, with age comes wisdom we never had.
With wisdom foolish things are put away, we grow in spirit and our true beauty shines through.
Something youth can not see yet.

I adored this write my dearest friend,
~Lisa~
Carolina Moon
January 24, 2009

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I love how you have written this. Truly an enjoyable read. I especially liked:
Whilst time doth move on,
partake of joy in thy morrows.
Wisdom from being older
shan't be an end to life!

Well said! Thank you for your wonderful entry.
The Otep
January 24, 2009

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Nicely done Tim! I always feel a sense of relief when I read your poetry. It must be that amazing smoothness that you have with your words.
Lovely write...
Soft-Rain
January 24, 2009
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I loved this sweetie!
maralisa
January 24, 2009

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aw a beautiful take on the image promt good luck in the contest maralisa