Sunday, April 04, 2010

I BELIEVE ...


It does not matter when I go

Nor how nor why

Each day a million roses blow

A million die ...

For every bird that lives to sing

A song is stilled ...

I go ... a brief remembering

My place is filled

I'll live and love and dine and drink

The while I may

And when my number's called

I'll say "O.K!"

26 comments:

  1. Yes my friend, you have to do..
    We have to do..
    It's the life and just lovely we all in.
    Thanks, perfect poem again!
    Have a nice new week..

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  2. Margie,
    very pretty...and very thought provoking.
    Huggz,
    Quieten

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  3. HI-

    I am in awe of your acceptance of such things - I would 'go' kicking and screaming :-)

    Love you
    Gail
    peace...

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  4. This is a beautiful way to say that death is a natural part of life, we can't escape it, we live each day to the fullest, and when this part of our life ends we are ready. You can put a smile on my face about anything, Margie, I so love your words, dear friend.

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  5. GreAt picture Margie! Are you getting to wlk more? Happy Easter. I have missed you! I have been commenting on your blog but my latestpost will explain why you have probably not gotten them. Hope to see you soon!

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  6. Beautiful sentiments, Margie! Take advantage of the time we have because, much as we hate to acknowledge it, it is limited.

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  7. Love it, Margie!
    Light sprite and lovely..
    which I really needed today.
    Hugs,
    Laura

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  8. I never have heard the eternal circle of life, the eternal circle of the universe described that precious light and flowing. Thanks. Love, Paula

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  9. So contemplative...
    I believe we can all take something from this poem, as it can mean different things to everyone who reads it.
    Love the picture too...
    I hope you had a lovely Easter dear Margie, I am back.;)
    xoxo
    Zuzana

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  10. Stunning verse Margie, but stay awhile, Heaven has many angels, we have few, so please, stay x

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  11. Enjoying each day, each moment, life itself, even stopping to smell the flowers and walking with your dog Jake in beautiful Colorado is certainly the best way to be. For when it is time, you have lived your fullest. Beautiful post.

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  12. A beautiful message...loved your words like i always do.Cheers ,Margie !!

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  13. WoW! That was exquisite! I loved its positivity of it. I just really truly loved it. You are so talented!

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  14. such a perfect celebration for Easter :)

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  15. Life is beautiful
    when we are understand it and when we are ready
    for
    what you beautifully said:

    "And when my number's called
    I'll say "OK"


    God bless you and your arts dear Margie!

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  16. And Margie--I, too, will say OK!

    Nice!

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  17. I too will say ok Margie, I loved how you have expressed yourself in this poem......you do have some beautiful poems my friend.
    ..............:-) Hugs

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  18. very, very beautiful and really good :)

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  19. Live life to the fullest :)

    Happy Belated Easter Margie :)

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  20. A warm hello and special thank you all of you that visited and left comments on my poem.
    Your visits and comments are so much appreciated!
    I apologize for not being able to reply to each of you separately but I have been so busy lately and just do not have the time.

    Thank you ...
    Aslan
    Quieten
    Gail
    TechoBabe
    Adie
    Talon
    Laura
    Paula
    Zuzana
    Kavita
    Wanda
    Maha
    Jessie
    Krystyna
    Rhonda
    Steve
    Bernie
    Eddie
    Shionge and
    JBR
    Oh, also thank you to ...
    Anne and Lorraine.
    I see that your comments have gone away, Blogger is crazy lately.
    First the comment is there & then it's gone!

    Wishing everyone a most wonderful day!
    Take good care!
    Be happy !
    Be well!

    Margie :)
    xo

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  21. "Each day a million roses blow
    A million die ..." Life well painted with poetic paints of positivity...

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  22. Margie,
    I agree with the sentiments within the words of this poem. Beautiful.

    Eileen

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  23. i like and agree with your philosophy...we are a flickering taper to quickly blown out...we might as well make the most of the time we have...

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Each day comes
bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

-Ruth Ann Schabacker