I wish I was twenty and in love with life
Mary Oliver
and still full of beans.
Onward, old legs!
There are the long, pale dunes; on the other side
the roses are blooming and finding their labor
no adversity to the spirit.
Upward, old legs! There are the roses, and there is the sea
shining like a song, like a body
I want to touch
though I’m not twenty
and won’t be again but ah! seventy. And still
in love with life. And still
full of beans.
4 Comments
Tom Dills
Can’t think of a better way to be!
Monte Stevens
Totally! And, people are expecting me to be full of beans.
Faye
Love this poem, so appropriate for my old legs. Onward! 🙂
Monte Stevens
I relate also. Hope you have a great weekend!