Listening to every heart
Grow Content With Me
Pleasure comes forth in abilities not foreseen
when life's realities are borne of childhood dreams
once dreamt, and through life's days, spent,
encompassing one's horizons in varied scenes.
Age to one and all can be a despicable curse,
but for me, and you, I pray, may maturity disperse
all despair of Cimmerian things unknown
and in this knowledge, I have certainly grown.
My view has broadened beyond my scope
as I continue to find pleasure in hope
of things not for me, but for every other;
nightly I pray Angels over my friends hover.
For only on myself and God may I now rely ~
I ask for nothing from anyone, nor buy
into a false awareness that comes not from the heart,
but if you ask for guidance, that and hope I will impart.
For I choose to grow content, a softness to frame my face,
and may I always look as to take you in my embrace;
permit my contentment then to please your very tired soul,
and may you grow content with me, as we both grow, old.
6 January, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow