I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
Age sure does weary us but your cleverness shouts out 'I love to live' so do I that's why I as a kid I dived into the cellars to avoid Hitler's bombs, glad he's dead....life is wonderful...kind regards
and to press on through the hard times to make an opportunity for the good times.
The lesson is to embrace life, even at its most bitter moments,
Maya Angelou keeps inspiring us, dream on and be living. Dream on and stay alive! TOP Marks and TFS
Powerful and inspiring lines that fuel us to keep on dreaming and living
Love this poem. It reminds me of the words in a song... You cut me open and I keep bleeding love.