Always striving to say more with less :D. Actually this is kind of a broken rule poem. It is three stanzas in Haiku form. I found I could paint a bit of the picture with one, but not convey the whole feeling of early morning on the beach.

LOL, and then i apologize for laughing cuz I been there sister!

Verbal Vickys, how appropriate!

I found it lovely. Touched a warm spot.

At What Price? Age, too high a price to pay for wisdom, Knowledge is not worth the bitter price paid; Nor, the passing of the plans youth has laid, That tumble to earth like withered blossoms. Flesh once firm and soft withers and weathers, Beauty dims and character takes over; Hands that once soothed and caressed a lover; Are grained now like the finest of leathers. Yet, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, And a childlike wonder at all abound; Though life may batter her body around, Her soul still remembers the way to fly. From youth to age our heroine marches, With head held high; if on falling arches!

Describes me to a 'T'. What rhymes with Tyalangan'di?

OH my, don't even get me started on the Nanny State stuff. My fiance went to jail for eleven days for swattin one of my brat girls on the bottom... you dont even have to leave a mark. Just ... see now I told ya don't get me started... I believe that the closer we get to running out of time, the greater our capacity to take it. Is it patience or are we simply tired of running now? I also believe that the older we get, the less we really care what others think of us. Or at least those of us who are lucky do. Some seem to run after that illusion of youth like it was the holy grail. Why? To be an old person in a perfect body? Personally, I love the face of a person who has lived their life. You can read the road map of a life by the lines on the face. You can tell who laughed more than cried throughout life. I would much rather look at the honest face of a person who is who they are than one who has spent thousands to be "perfect". There is nothing more beautiful than the body of a person who has worked all their lives in honest labor. Who has aches and pains and bulges in all the 'wrong' places. This is a person who has lived. I so far prefer the Venus of Willendorf to the Venus on the half shell. Growing older does not frighten me, it's growing up I am allergic to :D

What exact age would that be?

Pretty words. I too would love to hear the melody along with it.

Thanks Meico, and nah, you aren't gonna get slammed, at least not by me.

As we see from tjames' reply men have their own demons to battle. As for me I am forty in June.. which is absolutely amazing as my mommy always told me I would never make thirty. :D I have so thoroughly enjoyed all the feedback... You ladies, and gentleman are amazing in your own right. You gotta laugh cuz otherwise you will just go crazy trying to catch things as they fall.

hmm.. and who says it was unintentional? I love it when people get involved and several viewpoints are given. It is great to see reaction to your words as I believe all of us artsy type units are glory hounds! So far, actually Moebius' take is my favorite. But, each person has added a different dimension to a simple bit of musing. For that I thank you! (stirrin the pot)

Gravity sucks doesn't it? And yet another cliche' ever stop to think and forget to start again?

oh geeze... something is horribly awry with my puter... this used to be double spaced between the paragraphs. I appologize.

my only suggestion would be to switch the last two stanzas. Using the line "But only once Does a mans father die" as the final plot twist kicker type unit.