Of Chapters Closed...

There's no getting away from it: the longer we live the older we get!

 The older that I get the more I appreciate the blessings that never lose their wonder...

like newborn babes

 Baby pictures courtesy of his mommy and photographer, my niece!

Thank-you Brit  😘

(it was SO hard to choose!)

and buds!

The longer that we live the more our hunger is exposed

To ink that spills in wonder but then turns to Chapters Closed

The years that etch their echoes into tears and smiles and such

Once seeming oh so present have grown cold beneath time’s touch

And nothing that we do can draw the carriage of farewell

From whence, but reminds us to live today’s moments full-well

The longer that we live the more we realize this Truth

How short the passage is between wizened warriors and youth

My, my, but moments have a way of turning people old

Crowning the weathered brow with gray that once gleamed smooth and gold

And we begin to cherish more the morn’s momentous splurge  

We’ve learned, it isn’t long before the sea and rivers merge

The longer that we live the more we give a kinder thought

To what once seemed so common-place but we have learned, is not

The silt that we once trampled stirred by younger, lighter feet

The ‘house we built’ remodeled beneath green hope still dream-sweet

And we become The Older Folk we never thought we would

And join the ranks of meeker thanks and love misunderstood

The longer that we live the less we stress about what waits

Because we sense Time’s Server hov'ring to collect our plates

And so we linger longer over morsels that seem plain

A little more aware that they will not be served again

Where the secret to happiness has taught us to forgive

And make the most of what gets less the longer that we live

...where eventide gathers the lusty echoes life composed

And tenders them to dusty volumes filled with Chapters Closed

© Janet Martin