Tuesday, January 20, 2009

AGELESSNESS


The body ages ... not the heart
it stays forever young
expanding to embrace new loves
it's song is never sung.

Tomorrow I may love still more
than in my yesterdays
life knocks upon the waiting door
outside new music plays.

Love springs unbidden to the heart
a stranger, now a friend
and on a day till then grey dull
loom futures without end.

The mind can furnish countless joys
the body plays its part
but life has no conspiracy
to age a loving heart.


14 comments:

  1. Beautiful Margie. Thank you for sharing your heart here.

    Goodlife.

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  2. Margie,
    Wow! How true this is! I now am am firm believer that the heart is forever young!!!! You can fall in love at any age.

    Anne

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  3. How beautiful, Margie!
    I agree with every word. I am having more fun now than when I was younger. Life gets better even though body gets older. I never worried about old age, gray hair etc, everything is welcome and adds to the charm of life! :))

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  4. how true this is...no matter what storms the heart weathers it has a resiliency and capacity to grow ever deeper and bigger...ageless...timeless...

    beautiful poetry...lovely heart

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  5. That' really wonderful. True words crafted together so artfully. Thanks Margie.

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  6. So true Margie, nothing can age a lovely heart.I just loved this poem.Thanks for sharing.

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  7. beautifully put!

    A heart kept young n free never dies.

    HUGS Angel!

    Keshi.

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  8. Yes a loving heart is eternal - how beautifully you wrote this Margie!
    I love that line:
    "It's song is never sung."
    The photo is a perfect accompaniment to your words.

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  9. This is interesting- there's a sort of connection with the tanka that I just posted and your poem here...

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  10. I tried to comment last night Margie but something wrong with my connection ;(

    Anyway...my body & mind didn't age coz I kept reminding myself I have to drop my and enjoy yet another beautiful poem :)

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  11. Yeah, I did enjoy and that was super cool. I guess, I really have to cope up with them and I realized that avoiding them is not good at all. I know and I hope it will. Thank you! :)

    Have a good day, Margie! :D

    -cez

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  12. Hi Robert
    Always grateful for your visits & kind comments!
    Thanks very much!
    You are welcome.
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    Thank you, Magiceye.
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    Hi Anne
    Yes, the heart can remain forever young.
    Thanks for your visit & comment.
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    Hello Asha
    Thank you for the kind words on my poem.
    And, I'm with you on life getting better as we age.
    Nothing to be afraid of!
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    Hi Joanne & welcome
    Yes, the heart has a capacity to weather all the storms of life & grow deeper & bigger.
    I appreciate your kind remarks.
    Thanks very much,
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    Thanks so much, Art!
    Most welome.
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    Hi Starry
    I'm very glad you loved my poem.
    Thank you very much & I'm happy to share.
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  13. Hey Keshi
    Yes, a heart kept young n free never dies.
    Thanks very much,
    HUGZ hun.
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    Hello Janice
    I really like that line too.
    Your kind words are appreciated.
    Thanks so much.
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    I did see the sort of connection, Andrew.
    I liked your tanka.
    Thanks for visiting.
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    Hello Shionge
    I'm very glad your connection worked today & you were able to comment & what a sweet comment.
    Thank you, my friend.
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    Hi Cez
    I'm glad for you.
    You are welcome.
    And you have a good day, too.

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