My words will pass and and be forgotten
but what counts for me is
that I write them.

The longer I live the more my mind dwells
upon the beauty and the wonder of the world
and the more I learn to see beauty and goodness everywhere
and the more I realize that the
joy of life is to love.

Old age will come and it is not always kind
but know that this day will not come around again
and know that every day is a new beginning
so find the strength and the courage
that lies within because it takes strength to love
and it takes courage to be loved as well as
it takes strength and courage to live.

Don't find fault with the man who limps or stumbles
along the road of life unless you have worn
the shoes he wears or struggled
beneath his load.

A spark of loneliness, a memory, a tilted smile,
these things bring tears to my eyes and deep inside
these silent tears flow to that secret place in my soul
and I would rather have one pleasant word in kindness
said to me than flattery when my heart is still and
my life on earth has ceased to be.

But right now I write these words and go day by day
trying just to find something more to say
and too soon my words will pass and be forgotten
but I keep writing them on this day because
this is what I do and that is just my way.            Jon York            2013