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Tis Your Dream, Stop Wallowing In Your Bed
Quote: “The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” - G.K. Chesterton ***** As a poet I happily take inspiration wherever I may find it. In this case, from the G. K. Chesterton quote shown above Made me think about age , youth , life and the sweet imagination of youth. Thus my muse spouted out the opening stanza to me, I remembered this old poem by G.K. and after that it was off to the races I go.. RJL ***** Gold Leaves ---- by G. K. Chesterton Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold; Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The year and I are old. In youth I sought the prince of men, Captain in cosmic wars, Our Titan, even the weeds would show Defiant, to the stars. But now a great thing in the street Seems any human nod, Where shift in strange democracy The million masks of God. In youth I sought the golden flower Hidden in wood or wold, But I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold. ***** Tis Your Dream, Stop Wallowing In Your Bed Alas! My years flown by, my sight grown dim When the morn its soft glow, diminishes so I sigh and seek to my sails slightly trim For heart and soul in me cheerfully flows. I look, in my curious gaze I see Apparition, else imaginary thought Pale shadow staying in fine tune with me Cause to surmise, is it ghost I have caught? Not quite sure, and then deciding to ask I summon a hero's courage to say Are you a ghost that in my limelight basks If so, with anger I say fly away! First time ever, it stood perfectly still Next a hearty laugh, then a calm voice said Sleepyhead, wake up and maybe I will Tis your dream, stop wallowing in your bed! Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2021 Rhyme, a tribute to G. K. Chesterton ( When inspiration sparks a poetic and vivid imagination )
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