|
At Sixty
by Leonard M HawkesThe decades of doing
Have taken their toll;
The focus on progress,
Eye on the goal.
The rut has been long,
Path not always straight,
With haste and impatience--
Sometimes--just wait.
And now the forgetting,
The uncertain hand,
New cultural deafness,
Old pleasure gone bland;
The season is changing,
Winter will come--
But likewise a new Spring,
New Growth, and new Sun. 05/10/2012 Author's Note: School thoughts.
Posted on 05/10/2012
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/10/12 at 05:37 PM We do ponder as we age don't we Leoanard. Very enjoyable. Two more months and I'll be 75. Baring an accident I suspect I'll make but who knows. Not I certainly. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 05/11/12 at 02:27 AM Uncertain hands still write some pretty great lines! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/08/14 at 10:27 PM I surely can relate.
|
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/10/14 at 03:55 PM Beautiful piece of work, Leonard. I have three years to go before I reach the big 6-0. :) |
|
