This Poem was Submitted By: Drenda D. Cooper On Date: 2001-10-11 19:09:50 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Musings After Fifty

I cannot hope to change a thing in this world except myself, as I am moving through it contemplating my own particular gullibility and realizing that some things are never resolved in all finality. I cannot hope to speak for any other, nor they for me.  My unique perception is my individuality. Yet it,too,  is affected by all our commonality. I am losing my fear of duality or plurality within myself;  and view integration of all the parts of me as an asset, rather than a liability. The good and bad both lay inside me and never could be separated; the bad discarded, the good kept. For this human inability I  have often  wept. Now I fear stagnation  more than anything, having learned  that activity  means little when movement is lateral. Life's journey means little with no destination. Now there is no venom coursing through my veins. Instead, there's been a growing acceptance by my soul of  things the way they are, not as I thought they should be. My contentment lies in knowing in my journey to be whole and letting go my demon, I embrace not just the joys, but inevitable pains. Now I hear my laughter turning into happy sighs of resignation. I am looking forward to whatever must be, without consternation, to whatever will come after. 

Copyright © October 2001 Drenda D. Cooper

Additional Notes:
Hope such a personal point of view will not be boring--perhaps a few others can relate!!


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