This tired old heart inclines toward
a welcome light that gently flows,
through corridors with heated floors,
and upwards to infinity.
So weathered by life's fickle storms
engorged with wonder and delight,
whilst clarity taints every season,
clings to love and melody.
A chronicle of tender thoughts,
a symphony of such finesse,
adorn each wall that all may see,
this heart has lived contentedly.
And should the light begin to flicker
dim before an end in sight.
This tired old heart will pay the price,
for green grass and humanity.
Roan B copyright © Feb.2016
Your poetry, the gift you give to many will be priceless and worth every cent. Such a beautiful poem Ann....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ann. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks