Am I To Old Poem by Ronald Strickland

The table was filled with laughter,
when across the room.
Such beauty was my eyes to behold.

I could not help but to stare, with my thoughts,
am i to old.
To old to feel and share love?

My heart tells me no! for the beauty I see the heart
would not let go.

should I listen to my heart, or should i say don't be foolish
i'm just to old.

I gather my stares and with a smile and go say hello,
in hopes i'm not to old.

If i follow and feel with my heart, I trust with this i'm never to old.

It's said things happen for a reason, maybe it's the path that god wanted the old man to go.