Women Writers in Literary History A to Z (Indiglo version) (Photo credit: juliejordanscott)
There once was a poet that yearned
To speak of the fires that burned
Within an old heart
But where would she start
To tell of the lessons she’s learned?
The wisdom of life and of age
Could tell such a tale on the page
And yet all we see
In this rhyme’s brevity
Is the passing of simply one stage
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
This entry was posted in Earth
and tagged acceptance
. Bookmark the permalink
Isn’t in the simplicity of life that we understand, the older you get the more ‘wisdom’ we acquire, but often it is a simple word that suffices.Well said and expressed Helen, I do like this one, I can see an engaging philosophical discussion coming from your words.
Thanks so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
If anyone can tell the tales, it’s you. 🙂 🙂 Great poem!
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Great poem Helen. The wisdom we acquire with age, so wonderful as long as we share it with those younger people. 🙂
Thank you Elaine!! 🙂 🙂
They should add this to Mother Goose. 🙂
Thank you, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂