Fay Slimm

Rookie - 32 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

Unfinished Life. - Poem by Fay Slimm

The years can be counted by used love tunes.
Sing me no finished melodies, as like
Dreams their echo of future hope dies soon,
But love sees clearly an unfinished life.

The air still vibrates with rich glowing sparks.
Encounters with friends can stimulate too,
But if in warm core and depth of their heart
Yearning for love is heard, I will hear too.

Unfinished with life is the way to live.
Then when late love calls we naturally give

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  • Rookie Bob Gibson (8/11/2009 1:05:00 PM)

    hey didle didle, many a good tunes played, on an old fiddle
    the songs of yeteryear they never die, like love, its time they defy (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 7, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 23, 2009

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