As We Grow Older

This photo is best seen in large size view to see its details. A new poem:

As We Grow Older
By Don Iannone

Summer flowers
Slipping away
Like the sun at dusk
The youthful spring, no more
In the old man’s steps

Dog-eared cone flowers
Droopy pink petals
Spiny orange tops
As best they can
Holding on for dear life

Our lives at times
Weak-kneed, fragile, out of kilter
Like some faint bad dream
Weighing upon us
Lingering well past morning coffee

Sometimes we wonder
Especially when afraid
Is it something we’ve done
That’s driven our lives away
Or maybe just time to say goodbye

8 thoughts on “As We Grow Older

  1. Don awesome capture n poem too gud….ur title goes so nice with the capture hats off really :):):)

  2. hi! you’re poem “as we grow older” is really nice. Honestly, I like it. ๐Ÿ™‚ Keep it up. By the way, i added you on my links ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. hey Don, Awesome shot! ๐Ÿ™‚
    and your poem, so hits hard here ๐Ÿ˜•

    love the shot on your side bar!

    hope all is well your way!

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