It's such a blessing how the
young world it's still
progressing
The quality of life it's based on
imagination
A vigor of emotions which has
us stuck in amazement
Youth. A state of mind with will
of pure termination
Nobody grows old by living a
number of years
People grow old by executing
certain ideals
Wether you are thirteen or
eighty three
There is in every beings heart
the simple joy of wonder.
The childlike appetite of whats
left to come next
You are as old as your doubt,
As young as your interest,
As old as fear,
Its all just a game of existence.
The undaunted challenges we
prevail are all wired with the
innermost core of how we feel.
Perhaps may be that life is
wrought with fever and fraught
with danger,
Our spirits unembodied by evils
we've grown.
From man to the beauty of
women and the power of earth,
infinite courage
So long you are young.
Sometimes you hear an old tune,
Time stands still.
Remembering days gone by.
Special days, old loves or just
a younger you.
Memories, wonderful memories
can turn back the clock of life.
Life is a short precious journey ,
Make sure you fill it well.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The
Heart Series.
I sit in my car on an old bridge painted white.
the stream passes under as I wait for the light
an old turtle suns itself on a rock near the bank
this turtle is my touchstone if I may be so frank
when ever I cross this bridge he is always there
looking stoic unencumbered and without a care
as ducks circle the thrown of this little marsh king
the stream flows the day wanes he wants not a thing
he hardly moves at all with his nose high in the air
there’s a smile on that face with the know it all stare
on occasion as I happen to be waiting for the light
I turn to find him looking right at me what a sight
what a strange feeling it’s like he’s in my head
telling me to take care ease up or I’ll drop dead
I realize that life has a rhythm but we set the pace
life is for living and it doesn’t have to be a race
Wandering around the city with my little boy
His nine year old brain filled with such joy
An adventure with grandma, a day just for him
Both of us bubbling, filled to the brim...
Up hill and down hill..what's round the bend
Find a present for mama for him to send
Weather just perfect, a fine summer day
A day filled with such innocent play
But then on the sidewalk he saw an old man
Dirty and toothless, holding a can
He stopped, stared and tears started to flow
Life had given him one hearty blow
He had a few dollars still in his pocket
Forget buying mom a shiny new locket
Straight to the can his dollars all went
This life lesson surely from heaven sent
Do you hear the sound of a little drummer?
Here it is Christmas in the middle of summer......
The ending of an old week
the beginning of a new month
and the memories of an old hour.
The dawning of a new day
the setting of an old sun
and the rising of a new star.
A perfect year has begun
your dreams lay not afar.
Start it with a smile
and make this coming year
a year worthwhile!
Hey people...soooo sorry I wasn't here to read all of your lovely poems in a long while,
I've been really busy with school....I wish you all a happy new year and I hope it brings
lots more wonderful poetry as well....I missed you all!....:).......love always, Maryam
Heaven is where I want to go,
when this old body gives way,
to death,
And my days are over and
I'll walk this road no more,
when I no longer see blue skies
over my head or smell that fresh
clean air of spring, which brings
me such delight.
When dreams stop,
coming to my heart and mind,
I tell my self, but there is
tomorrow, knowing full well that
is never to come to past.
In heaven all dreams will come true,
our hearts will never be sad or
broken ever again, no tears will
come to our eyes, no longer will
we have grief.
Yes I'll leave this old world
and the memories of it will
pass away into a distance
far away,
knowing that I will also
leave behind the pain
that this old body has
carried for ages.
Yes death you are welcome here,
at anytime, I'm ready, I don't
fear you,
I fear living more than dying.
I want to walk on those streets
of gold and meet those saints
of old and put my arm around
my dear old mother once again,
but most of all I want to meet
the one who died for me, so
that I could come to heaven,
to thank Him in person for
everything and making it possible
for me to be in glory.
wrote 5-1-08
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