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A little motivation for this morning. A poem.

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A wonderful poem by one of my favourite poets. I hope you enjoy it, it goes like this…….

I know, you never intended to be in this world.

But you’re in it all the same.

So why not get started immediately.

I mean, belonging to it.

There is so much to admire, to weep over.

And to write music or poems about.

Bless the feet that take you to and fro.

Bless the eyes and the listening ears.

Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.

Bless touching.

You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.

Or not.

I am speaking from the fortunate platform

of many years,

none of which, I think, I ever wasted.

Do you need a prod?

Do you need a little darkness to get you going?

Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,

and remind you of Keats,

so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,

he had a lifetime. ~Mary Oliver

(Book: Blue Horses amzn.to/3NgXBzk)

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HelNel7

Wow, that is such a powerful ending, really caught my breath (in a good way!). Thank you for sharing, this is indeed very motivational! x

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sassy59

A lovely poem. Thank you for sharing Pauline. Xxx

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Patk1

❤️ x

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Alberta56

Keats knew most of his adult life that his time on earth could be short, but wow! what he did with it.

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Germantara

Lovley poem

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PaulineHM in reply to Germantara

Thank you.

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