I can’t turn water into wine
Sometimes I wish I could
Clouds don’t turn into sunshine
Just because I wish they would
I don’t think wrinkles are a sin
And I make no apologies
I’ve earned the skin that I am in
Worth is not defined by these
I don’t know what the future holds
But we get older every day
As minutes and hours unfold
It sweeps the glow of youth away
I don’t know what I will face
As the years dissolve like snow
All I really know is this
Love is ageless and I love you so
True love, they say is like fine wine
Growing better year by year
You could be no love of mine
If with age love would disappear
I don’t know if we’ll survive
Darling, all I really know
Is every day that I’m alive
I’ll do my best to love you so
Janet~
Jim just told me he wishes someone would have prepared him for this ‘getting older’ thing and that he is not impressed.
I told him I don’t think anyone can prepare us even if they would want to.
To each one of us it is our own personal journey
such deep messages in your poems. it is a personal journey, you are right. and we are blessed to experience it. after all experience is why we are here
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oh and wine does get better as it ages but it also gets old if left too long in the bottle. :) yup...even wine get old.
Words of wisdom, well said:) Thank-you.
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