Behold!

Behold!

You were told

You are not at all old . . .

Your works are manifold

And more precious than gold

You're steadfast, unflinching

You don't blow hot and cold

For many, many years

Your fertile pen can hold

Mightier than sword is your pen

You have been bright and bold

How your writings fit into

Superb, outstanding mould!

You work, work and work like heart

Dear! how can you be old???

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is meant for Deborah Russell who thinks that she is old

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Deborah Russell's picture

Again thank you Iqbal and Ugonna, thanks for responding in your beautiful way. deborah

ugonna's picture

I have always said that it is eternity that lures us to create. This is a celebration of that eternal spirit of creativity and the power of the pen to make life and youth out of what we see as old. It is the pen that breaths life into the reality of what our lives are; and should be! Let us then "behold" the unwavering power of creativity!

Deborah Russell's picture

Well...somedays I feel like a child, perhaps this is one of those times. :o) This was very nice, I am smiling to think that you have taken the time to write a poem about my "age old" dilemma! Thank you for such nice thoughts. I am enjoying your work today.