Beautiful Old Age
Remember the young days never forgotten
Now we think of growing older
Whether or not we feel happy about this.
The days are growing more short,
Each year seems like a week
However, we are having fun from day to day,
Not stressed any longer,
Living life to the full,
Not dwelling on problems as we used to do.
You begin to think of life as beautiful,
Seeing the flowers bloom,
The birds singing,
Looking through my window
The sun comes shining through.
Shirley Reed | Wednesday Morning
Wednesday morning
The sun shines
Through my window
Illuminating my room
I arise
And make my way
Through one more day
(name withheld)
Choughed

Red, Vermillion, Scarlet beak and claw
Black shining iridescent feathers more.
Soaring, gliding, stalling high
Right up there in the sky.
Turning, Curling, Winding, circling round
Enjoying flying well above the ground.
I am free from all the earth up here
A black spirit water reflects in the mere.
Julian Warwick
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