I’ve never posted in here before cause I really didn't understand what your support to say, or thought that you had to know every one , but I’m hoping that something random is ok, it was brought to my attention that I was a Velociraptor right now , a dinosaur, so I thought it fitting that I post some thing. a had read a kind of poem by Ulysses S Grant the other day on the second half of our life’s , living with love and purpose, which lead to me writing my own poem and I thought I’d share it with you dino’s, for what its worth;
The second half of our lives
I feel my life is not almost over but really I'm just beginning
My battle of self discovery I think I'm winning
To have purpose is one thing, but love can be quite another
And what good is life, unshared with Each other?
If there is no hand to hold, or voice to whisper in my ear
is it then only that loneliness, not age that I should fear?
The second half of are life's an adventure still to live,
with ripening experiences we have so much to give.
Its no wonder that fall is my most very favorite season,
just watching the mature leave falling down, will tell you the Reason.
Like the leafs of autumn, are color deepens, becomes rich,
and after years of struggles, trying, we have fond are own niche.
And though good times and mistakes I've but one regret,
there is still know one to love and share a beautiful sunset.
I walk alone though my life's garden like leaves blowing in the wind,
Only waiting and longing for the moment a lover may touch my skin.
And I dream over and over of tasting his tender kiss,
And feeling his Arms Around me is not the only think I Miss.
But as I go on day by day I look unto purpose, to fill my tomorrow,
And my days are busy, filled with joy, yet night brings only sorrow.
So what of love? Would that in mid life make us complete?
Is there yet a long lost soul mate I'm destined to meet?
Or did in fear I miss my chance many years ago, living in a shadow
Failing to communicate, housebound, looking only from the window
And how can love and trust be made from a heart of fear?
When it's only been in that life's second half that I'm mature enough to be sincere.
Finally able to use my words to explain my needs and be that whole person,
I'm not wanting to miss the experience of a relationship for this I am certain.
As for love and purpose, who really knows life's little mystery?
A hundred years from now our life destiny, like the dinosaurs, will be just history.
Ccflowergirl
(Cindy)
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