The Point of Age

A Simple version of how points of view and priorities change throughout life and age.

From the point of the maiden
So innocent and pure
The life she inhabits
Has infinite possibilities.
From the point of the mother
So in the midst of her life
Wishes to impart upon the maiden
The ability to reason before love.
From the point of the grandmother
So wisoned and aged
She seeks to teach
The lessons to the maiden and the mother
That nothing in life lasts forever.

 

 

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

The Circle, The Triad, and the Flow.
This was a wonderful poem. It brings into clarity the sacred patterns of life itself. WE learn---We deal---We teach.
As life is often confusing in this day and age, a poem like this reminds me that most things are pretty simple, and we the individual make them complicated.

So true; the last line sums life up perfectly. Everything ends at some point, or changes into a new form to begin the cycle again.

This was wonderful! :)
Nature's Essence

[Seriana]

Very lovely piece. And very true. Isn't it sad (or perhaps happy?) that we look back with wisdom a bound? Hum. Nice lesson here. Short, sweet and to the point. :)

[J]

Oh this is wonderful thinking . . . imparted in soft whisperings down through the ages. Must thank Daniel for sending you my way. I like your style, Brette.

Well done. ;-)

j

[None]

A glorious poem and just in time for Mother's Day as well! Very well constructed and full of wisdom. A true jewel of a poem. Very intelligent and well thought out as well. Your intertwining of generations to advise is a spectacular idea!

[Forest Green]

Beautiful, through and through.

And so the message goes down from one to the next...wonderfully represented by your poem.

Thank you for this work of truth. I'll send it to some friends.

Daniel