Gather roses but wear gloves;
study relativity;
roses can only make love
but you can raise a city.
Our wandering, gypsy sun
brightly dances then moves on,
she explores and we have fun,
then she finds new horizons.
Life is like the Odyssey,
growing older, going home;
a hold full of memories
for the future in your womb.
Live life before you give life;
learn the value of that gift;
savour what you help survive;
tortoise time is not so swift.
Comments
Highhat | January 13, 2011 - 21:13
I like the line
"Live life before you give life"
I don't suppose you know so much about how to give life unless you know how to live life. ;)A very nice poem
;)Pia
well-wisher | January 13, 2011 - 23:12
Thanks, Pia. I intended it to be the opposite of Herrick's poem. Herrick's poem says "Life is short, your biological clock is ticking and you don't want to be an old maid". My poem says, "Life isn't that short, so enjoy some of it first; enjoy being a young woman before you make the decision to become a mother". My poem's a bit more like The Specials song,
"Too Much, Too Young".