We are in the autumn of our lives
And watching it I wonder
Who will perish first?
You lay yr head on my stomach
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Intriguing song of love, enduring through the watches of the night, a light in the dark... Beautiful.
Beautiful expressed thoughts on life, death, and love! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++
Dear LeeAnn, relax. You are only in Summer. People like me and Robert Murray Smith are in the Autumn or even Winter of our lives. Great poem!
Till we are alive let us live life fully and enjoy writing good poems like this one. Nice expression.5*****
Autumn of our lives; / Gooseberry leaves- descending/ by the cold wind blow! a very beautiful and romantic poem being shared with dear poet....5* from me.... stay safe.
Talking of love, may I invite all of you to read my poem series, "A Home For Daphne ". Thank you. I will post the concluding part soon.
So lovely a poem. Very emotive expression, but emanating from the bottom of your heart, so gripping the heart of the reader. Loved it.5 *s and myfav
4. Maybe her dependence on me is waning too. I know I am being a little selfish when I wish I should die before her, I would love her to live a happy healthy independent life without me.
I have been trying to train ourselves by allowing my wife to stay with our daughter as often as possible, while I remain at my native place. Thus I have learned a bit of the chores she used to take upon herself, including cooking and shopping.
2) But my take is different. My wife and I are so very much dependent on each other. Though I am fully aware of my emotional dependence on her, I am aware that her emotional requirement for my presence is more than mine.
Hi LeeAnn, we are all in the autumn of our lives. And should get ready, prepare ourselves for the inevitable. I understand that your love, unqualified love and attachment to your partner make you wish that you should be the first to leave. (Contd)
We are in the autumn of our lives, surely! i am thinking just like you, my dear friend.....10
LeeAnn dear, you write straight from your heart. That's why your poems are so beautiful.
So well expressed. I'm feeling like I'm trying to make up for lost time.
Justly marvelous......thank u, dear poetess...