Ode To Old

The Body is the Soul’s Grand Stopwatch--

Clicking Timelines out for the Timeless Soul;

Marking out Time with each timeline clicknotch--

Since the ere-young spirit does not time-toll!

For the soul feels eternally vibrant;

And rushes forward with vigorous heart;

And yearns to see life through festive eyes;

And craves for wisdom and truth to be vaunt.

Yet harken to life’s melody and counterpart:

Soul Ageless Soars while Body Sighing Dies.

Throughout the life the soul remains young--

And, without the body, could not feel age.

Throughout the life the soul sings a song--

While the body Orders Times To Turn The Page

Should earthly bodies not illuminate

And reflect the constant passage of time,

There would remain no other time gage;

For, in effect, then Time would be abdicate

With bodies not honoring a life timeline--

And all humanity would be the same age.

But one should ask, as Art Linkletter informs,

Not “How old are you?”  but “How are you old?”

Art speaks from his Age Ninety-five platform--

Realign Aging Body to the Ageless Soul.

We find the Earthly Answer from experts

Is to guardian well the body’s needs

To lengthen timeline between birth and grave;

We find Heavenly Answers from God’s heart

That a wise man guardians well but also heeds--

God’s Plan is New Body resurrects grave.