One day I became old
Youth packed its bags
And flew out the window
Like a bird with freedom in sight
Even when I struggled
And reached for it
With all of my might
It eluded me.
Them came, I suppose
The semi-conclusion
That all men reach
Mine was full of wisdom
And with that came gratitude
One day youth packed its bags
And flew out the window
Like a bird, freedom bound
My heart laughed
As I remembered
Your story about parrots
I'll never forget it
So funny and wise
One day
My body became old
Like rustling brown leaves
Flying up with the passing breeze
But the heart still laughs like a baby
Because I got your message
And learnt how to fly.
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Written August 1st, 2006
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Ah..Puppydog. I'm only 50 but I have an illness. It amounts to the same as old age. It can happen to any one at any time ~ something that robs us of our youth.
Best just to focus on enjoying every moment that we can.
Love
Tara
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A MOST BEAUTIFUL POEM
Ah, so beautiful and sweet, a most beautiful message of caring and joy admist the sadness of late life.
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Lovely, Tara!!!
Our heart never becomes old, while body, senses and mind are like curtains. Underneath is a reality, that is always laughing, and shining bright.
With best wishes
Ingrid -
Oh Tara! I love this ... I'm flyin' with ya sister
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Amen, sister, amen. We are not the body, but the forever Child, laughing at the golden butterfly as we flutter high in pursuit.
Beautifully done!
Be ever bright!
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