11/04/2019
Let's Go! Today I will bring you some of my favorite poetry from a variety of poets.
* How Old Are You?
by H. S. Fritsch
Age is a quality of mind.
If you have left your dreams behind,
If hope is cold,
If you no longer look ahead,
If your ambitions' fires are dead --
Then you are old.
But if from life you take the best,
And if in life you keep the jest,
If love you hold;
No matter how the years go by,
No matter how the birthdays fly--
You are not old.
* A Bridge instead of a Wall
by Anonymous
They say a wife and husband, bit by bit,
Can rear between their lives a mighty wall,
So thick they can not talk with ease through it,
Nor can they see across, it stands so tall!
Its nearness frightens them but each alone
Is powerless to tear its bulk away,
And each, dejected, wishes he had known
For such a wall, some magic thing to say.
So let us build with master art, my dear,
A bridge of faith between your life and mine,
A bridge of tenderness and very near
A bridge of understanding, strong and fine —
Till we have formed so many lovely ties
There never will be room for walls to rise!
They say a wife and husband, bit by bit,
Can rear between their lives a mighty wall,
So thick they can not talk with ease through it,
Nor can they see across, it stands so tall!
Its nearness frightens them but each alone
Is powerless to tear its bulk away,
And each, dejected, wishes he had known
For such a wall, some magic thing to say.
So let us build with master art, my dear,
A bridge of faith between your life and mine,
A bridge of tenderness and very near
A bridge of understanding, strong and fine —
Till we have formed so many lovely ties
There never will be room for walls to rise!
* Jenny Kiss’d Me
By Leigh Hunt
Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss’d me.
* The Night Has Thousand Eyes
by Francis William Bourdillon
THE NIGHT has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
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Let there be joy, continue the journey, fill your bucket with good and LAUGH!
Jay
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