Poem on his 73rd birthday
I won’t sit with my head between my hands
fearing the future or brooding on the past.
Each day is a bonus now, each sunrise a celestial
celebration, each evening a drawing down of blinds.
I welcome each sun with open arms and accept
the gifts it brings. Sunshine fills me with joy. It beams
like a beacon with the warmth of my joyous heart.
rogermoorepoet 
My dad used to say as he got older, every day was a bonus. He had the same positive attitude until he passed at 97. I believe 73 is still pretty young!
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I am very much enjoying myself. The writing has always thrilled me and I have made some good friends, yourself among them, here on the blogs. I am looking forward to much more blogging.
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Excellent!
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Great joyous poem. The Eternal Yes
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It was my 72 birthday poem too, but with some changes. Do not go gentle …
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No indeed Roger… but there seems to be a great deal of fight left… you are an inspiration
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If the whistled down the coal mine, and asked for a spare player, I’d be the first one up. Better than working in the coal dust after all.
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Too true
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Beautiful
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Thank you: and my own Bird of Paradise to grace the page!
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A wonderful attitude… Happy birthday to “him”!
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Thanks, Al. I am looking forward to seeing that “new” England pack. Wales have some problems in the back row and the centre (I think).
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I agree… will be interesting to see how some “new” boys step up to the plate
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The depth in the England squad is incredible. Shuffling and cutting the pack (of so many gifted cards) will be interesting. I wish English soccer had the same problem. Spot the ball = spot the English player in many clubs.
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