THE ROSE
Some say Love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you the only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking that never seeks a chance.
It's the one that won't be taken who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter far beneath the winter snow...
Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the Spring become the Rose.
Everyone is entitled to one Rose in their lifetime yet so many bounce from flower bed to flower bed never finding fertile ground to grow in or their shell is too hard to penetrate so love can sprout. How lonely to spend your life looking for something and then find it to be so close at hand......A neighbor or workmate a friend or lover long gone years before. If we take the easy way we gain nothing....in love or Parkinson's. For today, try stepping just a litle out of your comfort zone. Call someone you once loved. Look Parkinson's Disease straight on and dare it to come forward. Dare to be strong and take charge. Yes, it's a scary place to be but the rewards are great...remember these quotes I have learned over the years:
The elderly don't regret what they do but what they don't do.
There are many people walking around dead and don't even know it.
We do not stop playing because we are old, we grow old because we stop playing.
It's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
To grow older is no problem. To grow up is another problem.
Good luck with your adventures and smile love pokie
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