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,
resplendent dream.
For I can hear life....
12/28/16
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