
Looking back I realise,
That old age is like a puddle,
Reflecting what I once did see.
The high and the lows,
The dramas and the triumphs,
What was and what could have been.
But just like that puddle,
The memories are not as deep,
As once they had been.
Sometimes I still hear the laughter,
But most times it is but a glimpse,
Of what has been.
My children gaze at me,
With sad, worried, eyes,
But they don’t see what I see.
Perhaps my life is but a puddle,
But plenty of rain,
Has fallen around me.
© NopeNotPam
What a lovely poetic sentiment, well done!
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Thanks Mason 🙂
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wow wow and wow Deb, this is so deeply profound … you have talent! More poems please?
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Thanks Kate, I enjoy reading poetry but I’m pretty average in writing it
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well this one is anything but average! Another blogger told me it’s not style or big words, it’s more about touching others hearts … and this touches mine!
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😁
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