It's Never Too Late for Love

Valentine's Day? What's that to me?  I'm way past sixty-five.

It's quite enough to strut my stuff and say that I'm alive.

But this day brings back memories of happy days of yore 

When youth and energy, dreams and hopes emerged . . .and yet there's more 

There's that enchanted feeling that emerges from above 

Our lifetime starts a second time - this time the theme is love.

But love, you say, is youthful,  naive and juvenile.

I disagree -  you missed the mark by sure a country mile.

We grow older but not colder, our hearts beat fast as ever, 

And joy and laughter triumph amid all the threats to sever.

Pains and sorrows come our way - we bear them patiently 

But love? It never dims - it rather stirs relentlessly.

So Valentine has come again - perhaps to fan the flames 

Reminding us of youthful aspirations, inspiration, aims, 

Considering that while much is taken, much still abides 

Calling us to make the most of what we are - besides 

Thanking God we still can love - it is our unique pleasure, 

For loving is our deathless virtue, our prevailing treasure.

Larry Gruman.         Valentine's Day.  2014