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