I had a heart of strength and fire
Age borrowed it, returned it higher,
Stronger, fading, kindled, anew,
Whatever valleys I walk through, I will aspire.
For life is not to be endured
And neither dreams be quickly "cured"
By cold hard truth, but rather, live
As if you rest in what life gives, strong and secured.
postscript
For day 27 of --the Florette. I am getting really uncreative. I think my creative stores are depleted for the year.