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Sitting Alone

Teves on Nov 20, 2009
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Autumn Night.

 

I sit alone very sad at my whitening hair
Waiting for my empty house at ten o’clock
In the rain the hill fruits fall and grasshoppers sound
White hairs will never be transformed
That elixir is beyond creation
To eliminate decrepitude
Study the absolute.

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  • ken bultman on Nov 20, 2009

    Very good. Time marches on.

  • ReggieLutz on Nov 20, 2009

    interesting

  • ceegirl on Nov 20, 2009

    love the poem

  • Goodselfme on Nov 20, 2009

    Words well selected for this great piece.TX

  • Linda Lori on Nov 20, 2009

    Illuminating!

  • drelayaraja on Nov 20, 2009

    So good writing. I like it.

  • Eunice Tan on Nov 20, 2009

    Very romantic

  • wonder on Nov 21, 2009

    A piece of wisdom, liked it very much.

  • Liane Schmidt on Nov 21, 2009

    Beautiful – - you will be young forever!!

    Blessings.

    Sincerely,

    -Liane Schmidt.

  • Authoress Terry E. Lyle on Nov 21, 2009

    That’s life you can’t stop time, but I can offer you some hair dye for the gray. LOL :)

  • shanthu on Nov 21, 2009

    interesting…

  • mathurans on Nov 21, 2009

    interesting piece

  • Themax on Nov 21, 2009

    really good poem ,Thank you :)

  • Priyanka Bhowmick on Nov 21, 2009

    filled with solitude…good poem

  • Doaa Abdelfattah on Nov 21, 2009

    Nice words.

  • AlmaG on Nov 21, 2009

    Good one :)

  • papaleng on Nov 21, 2009

    Genuine thoughts expressed, don’t you worry ,gray hair is a blessing from God.

  • Frances Lawrence on Nov 21, 2009

    I loved your use of words in this poem. We can’t stop time so we have to embrace each stage of life.

  • Darla Smith on Nov 21, 2009

    Interesting poem.

  • Judi Eddy on Nov 21, 2009

    we all have to grey at some point. but highlights work wonders. judi x

  • Jane Jane on Nov 21, 2009

    interesting one. well said.

  • lillyrose on Nov 21, 2009

    lovely poem, the passing of time

  • cutedrishti8 on Nov 21, 2009

    Great piece of write…

  • deep blue on Nov 21, 2009

    Everybody’s problem, that’s what is it.

  • LOVELY HONEY on Nov 21, 2009

    My dear how can time
    Not protect you don’t fear,
    With so many commentators
    Those who line up here

    The feathering clouds depict
    You’re whitening glistening hair
    As time at you does starkly stare
    Where in this whole wide universe
    Do clouds such timelessness portray?
    The whitening hair
    On you that love do betray

  • LOVELY HONEY on Nov 21, 2009

    isn’t it absolutely a coincidence

    though rare

    that each friend

    lined up here

    i also share
    lovely

  • Diverseblogger on Nov 21, 2009

    Very creative piece!

  • Ruby Hawk on Nov 21, 2009

    You can’t hold back time. It moves on with us or without us.

  • clay hurtubise on Nov 21, 2009

    Nice work.
    Thanks,
    Clay

  • giftarist on Nov 22, 2009

    Great piece..and nice comments above! ^_^

  • Annashank on Nov 22, 2009

    Nice one and how true :)

  • LOVELY HONEY on Nov 22, 2009

    did some one not join u yet

  • sweet sunshine143 on Nov 22, 2009

    You have white hair already? not always a sign of old age. I\’ve seen really young guys with white hair

  • Starpisces on Nov 25, 2009

    nice poem, and agreed with Giftarist that the comments are nice too, especially with additional poems…

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