Everything has an ending,
weakens and dies, youth
spent foolishly; time cannot
be bottled no matter how
much one tries. The
sweetheart of your youth
within time is forgotten,
charms of the flesh go away,
bones age, cobwebs in the
brain, and dementia is rotten.
Hands once felt softness; old
eyes yearn, in wild youth flesh
burns. Sweet youth of yesterday
withers, today old memories turn
bitter, bodies decay; no need to
worry it is the way.
©2014.dontwastetime.annjohnsonmurphree
ann johnson-murphree 
very true
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… it is the way. Indeed.
Love, Ann.
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I understand the concept. But accepting it is a bit more difficult. (I turn 49 in a few weeks……yikes)
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Look at it like either walking or running a path in a beautiful forest, it is just the next step. What you have to look forward too…is your step getting slower, but you enjoy the forest much more. Happy Birthday and thank you for commenting. Ann
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Beautiful poem. I enjoy my old memories (obviously). It’s so difficult to accept that ‘it is the way’ when I lose a loved one. Those are the memories that are bittersweet.
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I agree, four years ago I lost two adult children one day apart! Bittersweet, yes, permanent pain, yes. The words are most times created straight from the soul. Have a wonderful day and I wish you beautiful memories. ajm
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You’re so right my friend…we shouldn’t waste time, precious in the moment, but sometimes cruel by its past…and as for tomorrrow, who knows? I might not even be here! But you must know how hard it gets at times to live only in the present moment…evene if we want to so badly, but some memories keep poping-up. Onyt time can mend broken hearts I guess…very nicely written, again. Have a nice week. Delvi.
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Thank you for commenting. Ann
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Great ode to past.. hmm gone with the wind I love the poetic images you have used ; particularly this verse: “Sweet youth of yesterday/ withers, today old memories turn bitter”…
Cheers & thanks fro sharing, Aquileana 🙂
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Thank you for commenting, and the reference to “gone with the wind” images is sweet music t this old southern lady. 🙂 Ann
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It follows then that the poet’s mind is still young. A depressing theme with a voice of acceptance. Lovely work – well done ann
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Ah yes, acceptance is the “key”…thank you Mike for your nice comment. Ann
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Great poem, gives really feeling to what you were getting at. I’m only 25 and I already feel like time is slipping away faster than it should! 😀
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Thank you for your comment. ajm
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Thank you
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