I am slowly loosening my grip on the affairs of the world.
Aging more each day, my mind and body are feeling tired
My interests are now centred inwards, no longer inspired.
Love is something that matters no more to me
Only in the pages of the past, the tale maybe
No regrets, no reason to read on and see
Each moment of the decline now that I’m free
Lost in echoes of the wonderful mystery,
You are my only last, bright memory.

Comments
tamara (not verified) | January 23, 2009 - 17:49
Heartfelt and inspiring,crisp and clean.
Simplicity at its greatest.
Lynne.
QueenElf | January 23, 2009 - 17:51
Thanks for the comment. I think I am getting to the age when complex id interesting, but not for me.
chuck | January 23, 2009 - 18:01
Not quite there yet myself QueenElf....but I think it's coming.
tcook | January 23, 2009 - 18:06
I think it's deeply sad - you have so much great creativity inside you - keep looking out!
MistakenMagic | January 23, 2009 - 18:42
I agree with Lynne, the simplicity is very effective!
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | January 23, 2009 - 23:01
I agree with all the above. I really enjoyed the simplicity of this poem. Good work.
Nathan.
QueenElf | January 25, 2009 - 15:24
Thanks for all the comments. Did anyone get the first line down?
I'm being creative with painting & card-making. But I haven't stopped writing quite yet.
docpov | February 2, 2009 - 13:44
I agree with tcook, you have great creativity inside indeed and I think the best is still to come.xx
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