Yes, When It Is Truly Time To
Yes, When It Is Truly Time To
Time to bury the past, move on
sing again in different tone;
climb another mystery hill*
soothe sooner ones love aching bone.
Time to dance a jig, fancy-feet
with dawns to gloriously meet;
no longer hold sorrows that kill*
allow true love and life to greet.
Time to romance and wed ones bliss
savor forever that first kiss;
fly into skies that hearts now heal*
embrace love, destined not to miss.
Time to stop heartache, truly live
carry joy in ones soul, forgive;
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills*
grow bountiful crops, just to give.
Climb another mystery hill*
no longer hold sorrows that kill*;
fly into skies that hearts now heal*
dream more and treasure sweeter thrills*.
R.J. Lindley,
June 4th 1975
Rhyme, (What My Wise Muse Once Told Me To Compose)
Decided to present this old poem written 43 years ago, at age 21.. No changes made--presented as was originally written.
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