John Fall, Petals of Life</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=26.htm>John Fall</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Petals of Life</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>When I was young in fields I’d play<br>and pick the dandelions where they lay<br>to pluck their petals all day long<br>while singing happily this little song:<br>She loves me, She loves me not.<br>She loves me, She loves me not<br>As one by one the petals fell<br>in my enchanted fairy dell.<br>And how my flighty mood would change<br>if, on the last petal in the range,<br>I concluded, She loves me not!<br>For this conclusion, I wanted not.<br>I wanted life to go my way<br>and to be happy, come what may.<br>But, I discovered, as I grew tall<br>That life’s not like that at all.<br>There were times when I felt depressed and down<br>and could muster no response except a frown<br>as I drew into myself and stayed alone<br>to protect myself from imagined hurts unknown.<br>But happiness cannot be sought,<br>nor even sold or ever bought.<br>It comes from action without a care<br>for rewards, or baits to snare.<br>It comes from love, most freely given:<br>It is the helping hand when we have striven<br>to avoid commitment and responsibility.<br>So easy now, but then, oh, so hard to see.<br>I discovered this when love was offered<br>and, hesitantly, took the hand then proffered.<br>No longer facing life alone, but sharing,<br>and so discovered the gift of caring.<br>Oh dandelions, whose petals fall,<br>your simplistic game, now tells all<br>that life may be a game of chance<br>but it’s love’s game we all should dance.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>