My time is rhyming away
In these rhymes of my lays
Into a deep silence theme
With no music of forever's
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Only the physical being grows old, the mind sharpens as time goes by, the heart hardens... becomes smart and confident, learned or soften....the pages written never fades beyond time...great!
As creative person poets never get old…wrinkled…hands may bar…thoughts and imaginations stay nimble… And you’ve portrayed that… Ms. Nivedita UK
the poem is quite deep and contains figuratives and it is really good... old poets are so skilled and they are important.... very important...
This reminds me of my present old age. A good attempt.
like Roses smell no doubt, but a scent of beauty lies.... in its wonderful design...perfected by time...your poem resemblance the perfume of the Heart.... i Love it...God bless...a 10 +++++
The poet may grow old, but the poetry endures for generations to enjoy. Therefore, take no song or poem with you, but share them all. Lovely poem.
really good, as aways :) you are very talented! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (10)
Blessed be the aged. The older the poet, the sweeter the rhyme; rhymes which shall not grow old with him.