someday
I will be old
and the shadows my long life casts
will reflect the youth and vibrancy
that once coursed through
the vessels of my soul
and though withered
and drained of color
and grown brittle with time and wear
there will still be a beauty
to the shape and form
grown from many years of
life lessons rained upon me
and the energizing warmth
of unwavering love shown to me
and I will stand proud and content
but mostly thankful
as I face the sun
until it sets
The Daily Post daily prompt: Someday
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you. And you’re welcome!
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Beautiful and true!
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Thank you!
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Wow. Lovely poem, but the withered flowers hit a bit close to home for me (!)
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The embarrassing part for me is how long they stay around after they’ve reached that point.
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So sadly symbolic (!) xoxo
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