Thankful...
How wealthy is the one who wears the very Thing worth
living for
Where love’s greatest fulfillment bears a longing for a
little more
Where we are never ready for those fond installments of
farewell
Because the tug of heart-strings tolls a Very sentimental
bell
How happy is the one who hurts because Love lavished her
with years
While granting life’s best reasons to be overcome with
tender tears
Where to have loved and been loved weaves a wonderland
where echoes meld
And to let go is to have known the happiness of having
held
How blessed beyond belief are we who shed the heady cloak
of youth
To bear with kind humility Time’s bitter-sweetest yoke of
truth
That leaves no shadow of a doubt as to the ways of life
and love
Where all those hours spent together never seem quite long enough
How thankful is the one who learns to make the most of now
and here
Aware that soon the afternoon wears shades that make it
disappear
How hopeful is the one who does not hold too tight what
mercy grants
But hears the music as it plays and does not wait, afraid
to dance
© Janet Martin
