spent walking on air. We notice nothing amiss in
our life. Joy is our response to all that nature
and time brings. Later when the heaviness of adult
reality grows,our steps falter and slow. In the end
we can no longer raise our hearts and minds to dream
and look up.
always looking up
we see beauty in all things
till the end grows near
5 comments:
I like discovering your blog. Your thoughts on looking up have a sadness. I do hope one can always keep looking up even nearing the end. Thank you for visiting my blog, too.
Thanks for following mygardenhaven. I'm following back ...interesting to see what new lines you're sharing with us.
There is a great wisdom in this poem :)
Maybe it's because our necks get so sore when we get old!
CR, thank you for visiting my site. In response I came over here to "Look" around and stumbled upon this particular post. It always amazes me that no matter how many different personalities there are in the world there are some things that draw together when we express with pen what we see with open eyes. I dropped a link to a similar post of mine. And @ Lola, in my poem I describe my version as looking like, "an old man Pez Dispenser."
http://rainingiguanas.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-up.html
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