With age the questions come and go
and life begins its doubts to sow
for somehow now truth stands alone
and can no more be carved in stone;
for truth is fragile, life a passing gift
and all our certainties begin to shift
and so our hearts are bruised by doubt
our minds obscured and mute our shout
but there is beauty in that truth
and though the storm be rough, and
strong the winds, the sails are tough
and the hand that calms the storm
remains at the helm, and love guides
our lives to safe solace and peaceful amen.
Your poem reminds me of Omar Khayyam. Its still a truth about life that we should fill teh cup while we are still in younger age, to avoid repentance at the end. Yes, life really is a passing one, a transient. Its full of symbolism and metaphor. Its really an honor to read the work of an expert. If you have time. Please read my poem, : Happiness, Intelligence, and Loyalty. thanks much
Your poem is full of love and hope. The world needs messages like this. We need more people like you. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
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for truth is fragile, life a passing gift and all our certainties begin to shift ...well comprehended life by your heart and soul crafted to a poem...superb