Our daily old age

Posted on 9 de Julho de 2014

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Old age emerges slowly, as a gift or our destiny,

Slowly weakening the physical structure and the mind gradually, almost imperceptibly.

One day we stared at the mirror and there I am, looking like

So present, so striking, and then distant from what we once were.

Old age emerges slowly, as a gift or our destiny,

Taking away our youth and energy.

One day we realize wrinkled skin, white hair

And the memory that refuses to look forward, but for a past that no longer exists.

Old age emerges slowly, as a gift or our destiny,

Brings wisdom, fruit of years of our ignorance.

One day we find ourselves advising the young, not to do what we did and enjoyed.

Old age emerges slowly, as a gift or our destiny,

With it the pain of body and mind arise.

Regrets for what we did or neglected to do,

Remorse for petty attitude, so human, so our.

Old age emerges slowly, as a gift or our destiny,

With it the memories resurface loves never lived.

Love that came, blew over and gone,

But the best of all stayed with us and get old with us as an inevitable fate.

Old age emerges slowly, as a gift or our destiny,

Slowly fading light of worldly life, while lightening other lights in the timeless.

The body finally surrendered, bowing before this ruthless reality

With weakened eyes looking at the horizon that fades

And as in a theater you open the curtains of a new dimension.

by Luis A R Branco

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