At Sixty Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

At sixty, one will surely find
There is a very little trace
Of fleeting dreams in aging minds -
What's left is just some empty space.

At sixty, one finds excess time
For sadness and regrets,
For unshed tears were lost in years -
A place gray memories are set.

At sixty, there is little hope
To mend the pained and broken heart,
The failing sight now try to grope
At all the prospects that depart.

At sixty, prayers lost and said
Like ghosts now randomly returning -
Each night, as one there lays in bed
To God his peace he will be making.










'To man belong the plans of the heart,
But from the Lord comes the reply of the tongue.'

Proverbs 16: 1



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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
July 24,2009
Philippines