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