Keeps Me Young and On My Toes

Keeps Me Young And On My Toes Some may ask why I have not bit the dust or found that cave to hide my sad sorrows. I'm old but my mind has not turned to rust nor do I fail to wish more tomorrows. When in darkest night's long crawling shadow my fighting spirit cries live on or bust. You are no soft flower in a meadow do as you may, dare to do what you must. That moment, I see truth, joy and white light a clarion call to hold the last fort. Sun filled summer days and beams of moonlight calm blue seas and old ships safely at port. Some may ask, why do you write such deep woes. I answer, keeps me young and on my toes! Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 123