Serendipity

just a poem on change and ageing... thank you for reading.. shallimarRose

Serendipity dawns the age,
Reluctantly I turn the page
Alas the mirror does all but tell,
The strains of time I knew so well
And who is there that I can see
'Tis not I looking back at me
'Twas not the way the memories told,
I can't remember growing old
The lines of time have since caressed,
Within the sequence of distress
Two glowing eyes with slanted corners,
Now hold the tears of silent mourners
And fortunes told that once denounced,
The written names I can't pronounce
Defy the images I remember,
Surely it cannot be September
For only yesterday 'twas spring,
When all was full of life's renewing
And children small listened so intently,
Beguiling eyes no more than twenty
A summer's song begot from spring,
A rose to autumn musings sing
As snow caps fill the outer gates,
The scent of winter permeates
The checkered flag draws ever nearer,
And finish line looks so much clearer
For all we do from birth till now,
Is try to win the race somehow
We try to make those extra laps,
And fill the heart with love perhaps
To win the Oscar on the stage,

The play of life

the scene of age

© bj Smith
Aka shallimarRose

Author's Note

Thank you for taking time to read...

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

I think we all open a door sometime during the autumn of our lives and winter surreptitiously sneaks in...He lives with us undetected and gradually he takes up more and more space until it is we who are HIS guests....I loved your poem..and it was refreshing to read another rhyming poem too...Guess I am too old fashioned to change now....Or too OLD

[shallimarRose]

I actually began rhyming as a very small child and its only been the last few years I have been able to write some non-rhyming poems.. I'm like you OLD... hehe.. I love the rhyme and metered poetry too...
Thank you Dr for taking the time to pause and comment.. shallimar

[Keith]

I have read this before and thought I had left a review. It has superb rhymes and flows beautifully as it deals with that touchy subject. Maybe I gave this advice elsewhere, but stay away from those lying bloody mirrors.

[shallimarRose]

Hello Keith.. I believe I have this posted here also under its other title "The play of Life" It was reposted by mistake and then I just left it.. Your comment may be there.. Thank you for reading.. xo Rose

[Keith]

Ah yes, I think I recall that title.

[Dream Weaver]

You know how I feel about rhyme..this one confirms it.
Love love loved it! Beautiful work Rose! xo

[shallimarRose]

Thank you kindly sweet Joe.. i have a ton of this stuff ill have to did out some more rhymers for ya.. xo Rose

[Dream Weaver]

Yes please! xo

[J. J. Nightingale]

Flows ever so gently with truth, and time..
I've given up on reflections
I've forgotten all the lines
I'm blind to the lies
My heart hardly waits
To die ...

Perfection .... Jazz

[shallimarRose]

Oh dear sweet Jazz... never give up... Yes I know that feeling.. I am there this week... thanks for the wonderful review.. huggs, Rose

[J. J. Nightingale]

Hugs .. J.

[Jack...]

This is perfcetly written. The meter, the rhyme, the thought process and the story all come together in a beautiful package. You are very talented my dear.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you again Jack for taking the time to read and comment.. wow and did you say you do it from work? Double huggs!! Rose

[Veronica Chandler]

Your divinely written piece speaks to me so clearly, and whispers things in my ear that ring so true. I relate to and feel every line including the ones around the eyes. Time does fly as we live our lives; the mirror for me betrays the spirit inside, because I feel so young yet reflect the lines of time. Very well done!

[shallimarRose]

lol ahhh yes.. one of the lnes from another poem of mine regarding the eyes.. "Where crows have walked without concern for footprints left in fleshly burn.." yep they just appear out of nowhere and i am as old as dirt anyway... ha! thanks for reading Veronica.. shallimarRose

[Frieda P]

Oh brother, am I feeling this one in my bones, literally and figuratively. Why is it the older we get the faster time passes. I want to go back to those days when I was still growing up with my kids...this one really resonates with me. Sweet write, even though you made me feel old! ha.. Nicely pen'd.

I think you meant 'Surely'... it cannot be September'

[shallimarRose]

oops ill fix it.. dang spell ck has a mind of its own lol.. The reason i think time passes faster as we age is because it is a smaller percentage of our life.. when we are 2 a year is half of our life time but now it is 1 50th of our lift time or 60th.. the years just fly faster the older we get.. Yes i wish i could be young again too.. maybe know ahead of time some of the things we could have done better.. thank you for reading.. shallimarRose some call me Rose