Being a Woman of Middle Years..Revision Two, FV Poem Options

[Judi]

Revision 2

Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly in the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of my existing years.

Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
and revel in their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love protectively,
to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
I now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.

Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.

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Original Version

Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly with the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of the years of my existence.

Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
I revel in their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love fiercely,
to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.

Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.[center][/center




Revision 1

Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly with the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of the years of my existence.

Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
I revel in their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love fiercely,
to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
I now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.

Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.[center]

Original Version

Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly with the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of the years of my existence.

Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
I revel in their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love fiercely,
to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.

Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.

Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.[center][/center]

[bbnixon]

Judi,

I have read this poem several times, I love the thought of this poem. I to am a women of middle years. The bonus of expereince and the tempering of our edges yes. Love these lines...


I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.



I too feel like there are two many commas, but grammar is not my strong suit, actually it is my weakest suit, so I could easily be wrong. I enjoyed it very much.

hope your day is good

:) brenda