I was what I am not today
The long day of my life stretches on:
Soon the dusk will fall and then
The night will also be gone;
I wonder about the change wrought
Or rather brought about by the years
Was it perception and thought
That dimmed and stopped the tears
Is it my id
That did what it did
Or was it my cortex
That lost itself in a vortex?
Copyright: Rani Turton
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! Life is in a melting pot Swings between the cold and hot CP
Dear Rani, I loved your poem. The impact of the first line was truly great! Change comes over us gradually in so many ways! I for one never thought, that after a busy life in the Air Force, I will sit down to write poems one day! For your poem 10! -Raj Nandy
Our mortality haunts us all and becomes ever more piquant as the sands of time run through our fingers. A lovely poem for everyman...and woman.
We all wonder Rani, when our autumn is calling, great words, regards Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha, I loved the last little verse...... Ruthy.....very clever