Reflections of Love
To live is to Learn.
To learn is to grow up.
But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much....
AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring...
They open the world of childhood again.
This childhood is filled with fantasy and such…
Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch.
I wish, I wish, you could see them with me.
We could laugh at their antics, together you see.
To live is to Learn.
To learn is to grow up.
But as my body grows old, my mind’s still young.
My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon.
He comes from the light side to pull me there, too.
His reflections of love keep me there, each day.
To live is to Learn.
To learn is to grow up.
But never stop smiling, along the way.
It’s your reflection of love that’s given to the world, each day.
It makes everything brighter, and everything OK.
To live is to Learn.
To learn is to grow up.
To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love.
For contest: Reflections of Love
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
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