"Age is a beautiful phase
"Age is a beautiful phase
I am at peace with my Journey
Moving with contentment to its end
Where it will be at ease
Reflect upon the treasure gathered
Sharing with those that have none
Age is not an omen or fear
Terrifying in its presence
Announcing the imminence of death
It is the realisation that winter's sun has a vestige of warmth
That will pleasure my days
Age is a sanctuary
that will transform itself into an oasis
That is the terminus of my travel
Leaving me to reflect
The years gathered have turned into a pattern
Of periods of time
Age is an intoxicant
that becomes headier through the years
With its potency making merry in my sojourn
In each passageway
Savouring the sweetness of my stay
That shall fortify me for the years forthcoming
Age is a beautiful phase
ease out of the suck-filled sweetness of despair
The lengthening of days is not a fear-filled passageway
paralysing my being
Enriched by an accumulation of joy
Accrued through the years
A casket heavily laden with time's trivialities
Lovingly gathered
Blissfully savoured
Memories of periods past
Mementos of the past
through the springtime of youth
Exchanging each mask worn
To the winters of age
The cycle of seasons
Depicting a period in time
Leading to where I am
Growing old
Is a luxury I can afford"
l The author of this poem, aptly titled Age, is James Matthews,pictured, who is featured in Band of Troubadours, a collection of writings by 43 authors, who were honoured via the yearly South African Literary Award over the past three years.
Growing old ... is a luxury I can afford
"Age is a beautiful phase
"Age is a beautiful phase
I am at peace with my Journey
Moving with contentment to its end
Where it will be at ease
Reflect upon the treasure gathered
Sharing with those that have none
Age is not an omen or fear
Terrifying in its presence
Announcing the imminence of death
It is the realisation that winter's sun has a vestige of warmth
That will pleasure my days
Age is a sanctuary
that will transform itself into an oasis
That is the terminus of my travel
Leaving me to reflect
The years gathered have turned into a pattern
Of periods of time
Age is an intoxicant
that becomes headier through the years
With its potency making merry in my sojourn
In each passageway
Savouring the sweetness of my stay
That shall fortify me for the years forthcoming
Age is a beautiful phase
ease out of the suck-filled sweetness of despair
The lengthening of days is not a fear-filled passageway
paralysing my being
Enriched by an accumulation of joy
Accrued through the years
A casket heavily laden with time's trivialities
Lovingly gathered
Blissfully savoured
Memories of periods past
Mementos of the past
through the springtime of youth
Exchanging each mask worn
To the winters of age
The cycle of seasons
Depicting a period in time
Leading to where I am
Growing old
Is a luxury I can afford"
l The author of this poem, aptly titled Age, is James Matthews,pictured, who is featured in Band of Troubadours, a collection of writings by 43 authors, who were honoured via the yearly South African Literary Award over the past three years.
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