Spring glamour. Autumn honesty

Our clamber through youth

Its glamour deludes

Us to drive faster

To climb higher

To unsuspectingly find only a few up there

Most are still dashing to and fro

down below

For a bit of gold.

When your years unfold petal by petal

You'll realize ce n'est pas la vie en rose.

Life is not a bed of roses.

That exuberant spring will give way to mellow autumn.

Its honesty, its sincerity not at all a subtle reality.

One must not look back.

One must just look forward

to the next sunrise

and the prize of a brilliant sunset.

"I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith." 2 Timothy 4:7 KJV

"I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3:14 KJV

The poem is inspired by the Chinese expression, chun hua qiu shi in Yang Jiang's article's Be Kind to Twilight Years.

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