In the Fall season of life
It seems the sun wanes,
It’s lost its strength.
It doesn’t cast warm rays as long,
Nor with as great intensity,
As when in its summer season
Then it was so bright and strong,
Vibrant, heated, remaining long,
But now it’s lost it’s fervor.
Yet, it still shines.
It still rises.
It still does what it was created to do.
It gives light,
Even though limited.
It doesn’t give up.
It shows up.
2 thoughts on “In the Latter Season of Life”
I like “It doesn’t give up. It shows up.” Good poem Leona.