For I Can Hear Life
When our once young selves turn stale
and old and old and old... then
in that beauty I still see,
I can hear life...I can hear life
as it calls out its love song, its
plaintive plea to my ageless soul.
And when death makes its awkward entrance,
my soul, sudden cut adrift from its moorings,
will carry that beauty, that beauty of a life lived,
with all its loves and all its joys and all its tears
to the next world, to the next beautiful dream.
Copyright © len carber | Year Posted 2016