<center> <br />Spring…you tug upon my heartstrings <br />You’re akin to that last piece of cake <br />The last sip of that delicious drink… <br />That goodnite touch <br />From lips you love so much <br />That gives one pause to think <br /> <br />That all these things <br />That make life good <br />Are renewed from things that died <br />That unfurl anew, lacy wings <br />And challenge <br />Spring skies untried <br /> <br />These ol’ eyes have seen <br />Many Springs… <br />But never have become jaded <br />Through good times and of lean… <br />Spring’s have been a vision bright <br />And faithfuly unfaded. <br /> <br />Age has bedimmed so many things <br />Stolen away so many pleasures <br />That to see Spring arise <br />With these rheumy eyes <br />Is something still <br />That I treasure <br /> <br />So Spring, tug away… <br />Pluck these ol’ strings <br />Of my heart <br />Let me die <br />And be renewed <br />And of you <br />Become a part <br /> <br />I intend to enjoy <br />Every minute with you <br />In full knowledge <br />this might be my last <br />And let you know <br />And to thank you so <br />for all the Springtimes (with you) <br />…That Have passed…<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-spring-8/
