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As year pursues each year into old age,
Our limitations grow in limb and mind,
Sometimes with thoughts from life to disengage,
Good grace adjures, to gratitude be kind;
Delight of halcyon days in summer sun,
Distress when buffeted by winter storm,
Each gifted season proffers everyone
An opportune, their living to perform;
Some traverse rough terrain in their pursuits,
While others savour privileged advance,
All shall inherit designated fruits,
None can the fated levelling end enhance.
Though plenty pain in what is gone before,
Much more salubrious pleasure, to be sure.
Β©Meanderings 2018
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Beautiful words and message. Hope you are having a glorious Sunday.
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Thanks Drew. Day going well. Hope yours does too. ππΏ
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Beautiful.
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I don’t quite know what to feel about the last few lines of your verse. Nevertheless, your sonnet flows into various stages and experiences of life.
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Thanks M. Quite. As the years go steadily by our thoughts do drift into so many avenues – can be painful but mostly pleasurable. π€
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Wonderful. You are as sharp as ever!xxx
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Thanks D. Have a good week. Hugs
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We all end up at the end of our journeys in varying degrees. Physical condition and thoughts as well
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Too true Peter. Have to make the best of whatever. π€
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Beautiful message dear Bushka…enjoy the day and week ahead. Janet π x
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Thanks Janet. May your week go well. Hugs π
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Lovely poem. Your vocabulary is really amazing π
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