It's thought that the earth is four and a half billion years old,
While mankind has been around for approximately
Three million years.
I fail to see the light.
That is often when,
I have trouble with my sight.
Often I wonder,
Or is that my only flaw.
With blindness and dementia,
Always knocking at my door.
Another birthday coming up,
As my mind drifts into oblivion.
In life i've only had one philosophy,
Treat others as you would wish be.
Within myself there's nowhere to hide,
Holding in tears when I want to cry.
No-one can see the torment inside,
It's only then that I suddenly realise.
For I feel my life is inexplicably tied,
To the stories that have yet to be told
Born on a planet billions years old,
I'm one of many along for the ride.
Then I wonder if it's the world's birthday too,
On the twentieth of November I'll be seventy two.
Celebrating the world at least four billion years old,
A random thought pops in for heavens sake;
How will I get that many candles on the cake.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-11-19 at 01:08
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While mankind has been around for approximately
Three million years.
Another birthday coming up.
Some days get too much,I fail to see the light.
That is often when,
I have trouble with my sight.
Often I wonder,
Or is that my only flaw.
With blindness and dementia,
Always knocking at my door.
Another birthday coming up,
As my mind drifts into oblivion.
In life i've only had one philosophy,
Treat others as you would wish be.
Within myself there's nowhere to hide,
Holding in tears when I want to cry.
No-one can see the torment inside,
It's only then that I suddenly realise.
For I feel my life is inexplicably tied,
To the stories that have yet to be told
Born on a planet billions years old,
I'm one of many along for the ride.
Then I wonder if it's the world's birthday too,
On the twentieth of November I'll be seventy two.
Celebrating the world at least four billion years old,
A random thought pops in for heavens sake;
How will I get that many candles on the cake.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-11-19 at 01:08
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