Growing older is the shinning sun in the darkness but its spark cannot erase the absence of light
Growing older is the alluvion deposited by the flood of experience but its alluvium cannot protect the wash of sea against the shore
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My knees turn to Jelly, I just cannot get through. So I came in this way, to send you my Praise. see my normal route will not function this morning. I`m knowing not Why.So Write me by email. If you have the Time.
Let me be the First to give you +10 I love this Poem, so clever, you use a few words that I had to look up and understand but that`s what it`s all about.....Understanding...and you have it. It`s a Gift.
I am inclined to change my name to offer comment on this Poem. So I shall become Mr Everyman to pay you homage for this Prose. Mr Everyman grows older by the minute and cannot fail to see the wisdom of your Words