Wonderful Wednesday Honors Senior Citizens Day!
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Welcome to another Wonderful Wednesday poetry challenge!
Today we are going to poetically celebrate Senior Citizens’ Day
We all start out as babies, grow into adults, and then over the hill we go
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It’s a mind thang ..
When young we dont have to remember ..
Someone does that for us ..
When we are adult ..
We learn to remember ..
Yet when we hit that mark ..
Today write something old that you remember ..
or just tell how it feels getting old or being “over the hill ..”
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Hello all .. Welcome to Wonderful Wednesday as we Honors Senior Citizens Day .. Bring you writes / Pictures / vibes .. Lets have some fun as we so share our muse .. Hugzzzzzzs Now .. :love: :love:
” PAST THE AGE OF INNOCENCE ”
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Blamelessness
Are we
When first born
Nurselin under our mother breath
Yet we grown to learn
And learn we do
Hard knock and all
From our mistakes been made
Innocence and experience
We think we know it all
Yet there are many
Many thins
That we do just
Experience
Though life as we so go
And most of these things are not easy at all
Songs of innocence and of experience
We first learn to sing
Songs of love
And laughter of the heart
Nothin could go wrong are did
So care free
And wanin life
And all the worths
Happy times and grins for days
Always a smile on our faces to show joy and humor on a sunny day
Paradise the mythic states of
Love it self
And the bein in love
Yet the fall of man changes all that
Romanticism
From the childhood is a time and a state of protected innocence
Yet not immune to the fallen world and its institutions
The loss of childhood vitality
And we grow older
Wiser learnin
From pass mistakes and so on
Fear and inhibition
Social and political corruption
And the ruling classes
Innocence infant Joy will be no more of
Experience infant Sorrow and losses
Feel the pain
Down in our hearts know
Innocence the Lamb we were now
Now grown into harsh adults
Losein site of life it self
Innocence like the fly on the wall yeah right
The tiger we fear
Yet innocence if not bother
Songs of innocence
We sing
When found guilt for something we have done wrong
Growin into adults
Is not the easiest
Thing that we might thing
It takes hard knocks
And long roads
Of travels to get there
Elderly
We become
Back to the innocence lambs we were born into
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————– © July/August 2o , 2o13
CUTE BETTIE………..SO WHAT IS HAPPENING TO CREATIVE CORRAL??????? FRIENDBURST LEAVING…….
” OLE YET YOUNG ”
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From one to the other
We so grow
As time passes us by
Oh how time flies when your not really lookin
Life slowly creeps up on you
Innocence and experience
Be our souls
Just a bab
Sucklin in mothers breath
The be a child at play havin the time of your life
Then an adult makin plans for the future
Elderly lookin back on thing that were
As they say
Once grown twice a child
Time plays the roles
Yea it does
For when you were this said bab
You learn things
To make you grow and tribe
Make you want more of
You play as a child would remember you do
The things you have so learn
You grow older
Start
To wonder
Ole timers hits you
You for get everything you once knew
All the good times games you played places you been that is if you been any place to remember
Maybe not back into the dipper/bottle stage but then again who know maybe
Yet that life in it self
Ole yet young
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————– © July/August 2o , 2o13
Here is something I used in the Fling intro a short time ago when we had a Seussfest. It is not by Seuss but funny nonetheless.
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JUST A STATE OF MIND
While my steps may not be
quite quick enough to suit me,
my eyes not quite as sharp
for all I want to see,
I’m thankful for each day
these feet touch the floor
and for each rainbow
these blue eyes still
get a chance to see
arcing above the mountains
after unexpected showers,
and for each butterfly
waltzing among the flowers;
and for each word I read
that still makes me ponder.
And while these lines
and wrinkles that I see
when I look in the mirror
and looking back at me,
I’m thankful for
each chuckle and smile
that helped put them there
and all they represent,
each one of those events.
And I wouldn’t trade them
for anything in the world
for I know in my heart
and convinced it is so
that age is
but a state of mind
and that I’m only as old
as I allow myself to be.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-21-13
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