If we’re lucky enough
We grow old
With wisdom, love and health
No regrets
No clinging to what we can never hold onto
Only with joy in our heart
Should we hold this moment
For it’s all we have
And when we think about it
It’s all we ever really need
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D.
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Writer, photographer, poet, and teacher. Holds doctorates in Divinity and Metaphysical Philosophy. Author of 20 books, including seven poetry books, nine photography, and four nonfiction books.
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Poetic Alchemist 
Beautiful work, Don
And a pre-Happy Birthday for your next one, Don, and thanks for your beautiful poem. From another poet for you:
“Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on”
God say, “No.” Abe say, “What?”
God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’ you better run”
Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done?”
God says, “Out on Highway 61”
Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there’s only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol’ Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61
Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red, white and blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61
Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren’t right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light, he says hmm you’re right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61
Now the rovin’ gambler he was very bored
He was tryin’ to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61”
Happy Birthday!!
Beautiful shot of the sun on the water, Don. Not to mention all the snowshots. And then there’s blossoming trees that look realll good on this January morning….
Thanks for the wisdom, the poetry, the love, and the joy. Happy Birthday, Don!