Fifty-Nine Is Traveling Towards Sunset

A philosophical number poem for a fifty-nine-year-old about time and the eternal moment: Fifty-nine is traveling towards sunset. It’s still quite light, and hours lie ahead. Fortune still awaits beyond the bend, Time’s gift to those by rushing dreams still fed, Yearnings lightly tinged with mixed regrets. No matter. Life remains a flower bed In which the moment lingers without end, Needing, wanting, missing nothing, yet Embracing what must leaves and petals shed. © by Nicholas Gordon To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/59d.html. For more number poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html . To receive a new poem from me each week, subscribe to my free newsletter at https://poemsforfree.substack.com/.