How Young Is Your Heart? - Poem by Alice Perfect
Does not life start in the heart and moves outward?
Blood caries life, sustains, maintains,
nourishes, purifies, flows..
bump bump...bump bump...bump bump...
goes out and then returns, over and over...
How young do you feel in your heart?
Have you let go of youth,
given credence to the deceit in the mirror?
Still practicing pagan birthdays?
Watching calendar pages turn...
How young is your heart?
How young would you like it to be?
How young would you be, if the choice were yours again?
My how young you are! I see youth, vibrancy,
Springtime in your life garden!
Let's run, let's play, no restrictions, no self guarding!
Free your child, your teenage exuberance, return to
crazy fun, your 20s, where fun and wisdom found balance!
Reality is what YOU decide it to be.
Live in your dusty world, time slowing, winding down... tick tock...
' it was a decent ride' tick tock...
Focused on the finish line?
No thank you my dear, I won't join you there.
There are more mountains to climb, more wine to drink,
more life to LIVE, more fantasies to think!
Break the mirror, ignore time counters,
seek Life, seek more loving encounters!
Timeless we are, ignore the grand deceiver, the body,
You are forever so worth loving, an Eternal Hottie!
Take a chance, express love, it doesn't need to make sense,
it's ok to FEEL it, dance with it, express it fearlessly!
Let love be the elixir that motivates each step, each breath,
each word, each encounter!
A simple choice, are you a time counter,
or an exciting love encounter?
The choice is yours, but you gotta take a chance,
come out of fear, sorrow and dust,
it is time to dance!
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