Some say:
“You mustn’t love the shining sun
For rainy days will come again.
That clear blue sky will turn to gray.
Rainbows grow
In arcs to show
That clouds will shadow everyone.”
Some say:
“You mustn’t try to love your cat
Nine lives or not, they cannot last.
Each cat goes, soon or late.
It’s certain fate
Is obdurate.
Death will win. And that is that.”
They say:
“You mustn’t love the morning rose.
Glowing in the sunrise rays.
Roses wither, petals fall.
Summer blooms
But winter glooms.
Seasons turn as every blossom shows.”
Some say:
“You mustn’t sprint with all your speed
Feel your heart a-hammering hard;
That shock of feet; that spring of leg.
Joints will fail
Old folks ail
Sprinters all will lose their lead.”
Some say:
“You mustn’t dance to lose your soul.
Instead a more sedately pace should do.
Without a trace of passion shown.
Let no-one see
Your mindless ecstasy.
Quiet decorum must be your goal.”
They say:
“And when your granite stone is cut
Let that one unbroken line
Connect the dates of come and go.
None can blame
Your unlit flame.
Every unfelt passion, in its fashion has a ‘But…’”
But…I say:
“Living life as though you’re dead
As though the fear of death is wise
As though to dance is too much chance
Is silly and absurd!
Relish each and every word.
Reach as far as you can reach instead.”
I say:
“Breathe the sunshine; taste the dew.
Stretch your body and your mind.
Feel and see and smell that rose.
Love the bubbles till they burst.
Make each moment its own first.
Dance you fool, the dance of you!”
I say:
“Dance yourself a riotous reel
Meld with music of Life’s Tree
Lavish love on all you may
Love is at life’s core.
Love is what it’s for!
Hold nothing back. Make life real.”
I say:
“Make life real by extending your care
To creatures large & small & in between.
To whales & eagles; roots unseen.
Love is what life’s for.
Life is love, at its core.
Dance for love if only you dare!”
I say:
“Life’s for love so show you care!
Don’t heed words of wishless woe.
You’re starring in your picture show!
Enjoy & dance on center stage
Whatever your imagined age.
Being you is exceedingly rare!”
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