A Seventy-Year-Old Mind
I cry like a newborn baby
I have the naive curiosity of a child
Over the years I have learnt to listen
And the wisdom gained
Lives on
Inside my seventy-year-old mind
I would like to think
I am honest and kind like my dad
And his calm gentle guidance
Lives on
Inside my seventy-year-old mind
I Know I have inherited the strengths
Of resilience and persistence
From my orderly and energetic mum
And her smiling persuasive ways
Live on
Inside my seventy-year-old mind
Compassion was gifted to me
By my gracious and courageous wife
She gave her halo of love to everyone
Who were fortunate enough to meet her
And she lives on
Inside my seventy-year-old mind
I do not know you, Mister Putin
But I heard today
You will be seventy soon
But our world will live on and on
Have you the courage to change your ways?
Inside your seventy-year-old mind
Oh! Bravo! Profoundly accurate for today and every day.
Hi Jill … Thank you for your lovely comments ..
A lovely reflective poem. Musing on the gifts one receives from loved ones. It is beautiful Ivor. And an interesting and timely turn/invitation at the end of your poem.
Thank you Jo … It’s a difficult time of the year for me, and I was trying to create some positive thoughts…
I am sure that the attributes passed on to you by these wonderful people in your life have made you the witty, creative, empathetic, compassionate, seventy-year-old man you are today! What a beautiful poem, Ivor!
Wishing you lots of joy and peace! <3
Thank you Cheryl .. I was indeed a fortunate man to have such wonderful parents and of course I married the best lady in the universe 💙🌏💕