Can a man of old age find joy in his day of old? <br />Truly there is joy and light! If he search in the <br />Deepest core of his heart, there is a light, brighter <br />Than the sun that shine each day, whether it be <br />Sunny or gray. A light of truth that stands still in <br />His heart, as the candle without the fire, that <br />Desires, a spark. Waiting to explode as a huge <br />Volcano, or maybe a flick of flint. Truly joy is in <br />The light that is deep in his heart. If he search <br />After it, it will grow. If he refuse it, it will <br />Continue to drift away, as a bottle cast into the <br />Open sea, or a kite airborne with a broken string. <br />"Joy, light, all the same within the heart, hidden <br />Deep as the fossils of the days of old, search" I say, <br />As looking for a hidden treasure, while the time of <br />Life beats as the wave against the rocks on the sea <br />Shore. Before life is no more, find it quick, joy in the <br />Light of the heart.<br /><br />Kelvin Broadwater<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-man-search-for-joy/
