As we age, we slow down
We take the time to enjoy life
To enjoy love
We know our time is coming
We are not afraid
For we are too old to die young
We cling to those we love
We forgive those who hurt us
We thank those who needed to be thanked
We give hope to those who need it
We comfort those in pain
We give of ourselves
So others may live
All this we do because
We are too damn old to die young
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved
A most intriguing poem, Walt.
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Thanks!
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“Too old to die young” ❤
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That we are my friend, that we are. ☺💛
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And that’s the sign of a good life ……… happy and content. Great poetry Walt 😊
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Thank you so much Sakshi ☺
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My pleasure Walt😊
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That’s why old age becomes a bliss…waiting to pass into another land, wherever it is! In my dialogue with death fairy, I have requested her:..
Come softly…tiptoe into my room
Come when the sky is soft pink
I may not be awake to see
My soul would soak in the beauty
And leave this earth with good memories
…
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Very beautiful and I love the term, “death fairy”
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So true Walt. Sigh- there are some benefits to getting older. 🙂
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Some, I guess ☺❤
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Haha! Yes. ❤️😊
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Thank you Forrest. I appreciate your kind words. ☺
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Unlike when we were teenagers the older we get the more we realize
that we have finite amount of time.
And only so much time to get things right or make them right.
A very poignant piece Walt.
Have a great day. 🙂
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We should all live this way! ❤️
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Yes we should ☺❤
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I love that, Walt.
“Too old to die young”
So perfectly phrased!!!
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Thank you Wulf! I always appreciate your comments!
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Brilliantly poignant Walt, love it, one of your best my friend.
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Thank you so much Ivor!
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Always my pleasure Walt.
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I’m confused — are you the Tennessee Poet, or is this your dad?
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I am the Tennessee Poet and this is not my dad. My dad passed away on Christmas Eve, 2002 at the age of 91. 🙂
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Gotcha, thanks for clarifying. Good work!
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Thank you very much ☺
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😊
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Live long . . .
and leave a burnt out corpse.
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And go out kicking and screaming 🙂
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Graciously disgraceful
… mercifully!
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But of course!
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