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Friday, April 17, 2020

Did They Feel This Way Too?


 Sometimes something happens to jolt we,
 following sure as can be, in the tracks of generations passed/past.
(I'm sure there will be more on the specifics as they unfold)

We are a few days half-past April already!
And lets face it...we who are well on our way
to getting old, Lord willing, got there with far more haste
then ever we imagined!


This poem began yesterday while pushing tots on the swing...
this mindless 'task' sometimes opens the door to sentimental ruminating.
Same swings, different tots as many who once squealed with joy
 fly from the swing
into the world of school-days
(and beyond!!)
and new youngsters take a seat
only to find that all too soon
they will fly way too!

Then my mind leaps forward to those who were a lifetime ahead of me...

Were they as stunned as we
To see time’s reel collect
Faint flickers of imagery
Nothing can resurrect

Did they suffer the roar
Of love’s un-tethered twinge
Soft-startled at the subtle door
That swings on silent hinge

Did they, while we were green
At watching decades fold
Marvel at the short breadth between
The young and very old

...and then with tender bent
Did they pore over stars
Of thankfulness for mercies lent
Of grief turned into scars

Did they with humble tears
Suddenly realize
How swift the distance disappears
Twixt reaching and the prize

Did they, then stooped and gray
Worn by a wave of mist
Feel as we do, awed by the way
A lifetime can untwist

The grave's cold greeting waits
To collect silenced yen
While God flings wide dawn's gleaming gates
...and here we go again

© Janet Martin 

 Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, 
before the days of trouble come 
and the years approach when you will say, 
"I find no pleasure in them"--
Eccles.12:1

...and a song for every age!




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