The passing of days.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Jun 15, 2017 

Your youth is like the the leaves in spring
And the gentle breeze on a pleasent day
The wind blows all your cares away.

Now the flowers bloom summer is here
A simple Rose in your garden of life
Romance awaits no Time to hesitate.

Those bright green leaves fade with age
We all grow old  with the passing of days
In the end wisdom is your greatest friend.

With memories you will raise a smile
And leaves will fall with Autumns call
Winter arrives then snow flakes fall.

 

Tags: rhyme, inspirational, hope,

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Frank Hornby . commented:
The seasons really do sum up life Chris, ......I just try to enjoy each one as it comes......nice poem.....as usual...👍🏻
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Frank for your comment.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Wisdom does come with age Christopher, wish it came earlier so we wouldn't make the mistakes we make in younger days...very well done.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Cecilia .wisdom certainly comes with age.
Martyn Grindrod commented:
Beautiful imagery
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Matyn for your lovely comment.
K Alexander commented:
Really love the way you showed how quick time passes
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you very much.A sad reality.
Dawn commented on May 22, 2019 at 5:14am
A poignant tribute to time passing, the stages of a life. It was inked with such delicate deliberation I smiled wide as I read it. Quite lovely really!
Christopher Russon commented on May 22, 2019 at 6:56am
Thank you Dawn for such a lovely comment. Most apriesiated indeed.
A previous user commented on May 25, 2019 at 1:58pm
There are times, I wish things would stay the same and for loved ones to never leave my side. But if there's always biscuits in the tin, then where's the fun in biscuits? Great poem Chris :)
Christopher Russon commented on May 25, 2019 at 4:05pm
Thanks Slow Heyoka nice comment.really appreciate Your words.
Christopher Russon commented on May 25, 2019 at 4:06pm
Thanks Slow Heyoka nice comment.really appreciate Your words.

 

 

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