One day it struck me: I’ve passed the age of fifty,
realised the dreams of my youth are passé, the only
ideal left is inner beauty, I‘ve never chased physical
beauty, never made use of potential forever gone
My passion for spiritual values dimmed the past few
years, it must be rekindled to inspire my chasing the
wisdom I dreamed of when dreams still seemed to
be attainable, suddenly I have lost the will to dream
Is this what old age is, taking away the desire to dream,
now’s the time to settle down, start digging for that pearl
of infinite, eternal value: the wisdom to nurture the love
in my heart as well as the necessary insight to apply
This love to the benefit of everyone I meet, to polish
the shine of my ideals, to make inner beauty more
powerful than the decay we all experience
in our physical, material universe
Sunday 4 August 2013
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