Poem of ConciseTony

admin — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 13:17:13 +0800

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Recorded by : ConciseTony

My heart leaps up when i behold

A rainbow in the sky

So it was my life began

So is it now i am a man

So it be when i shall grow old

Or let me die

The child is the father of the man

And i could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety

《Youth》

admin — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 13:09:10 +0800

Written by: Samuel Ullman
Recorded by: ConciseTony

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living.　In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.

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admin — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 19:08:49 +0800

Recorded by: ConciseTony

I asked God for a flower, he gave me a bouquet

I asked God for a minute, he gave me a day

I asked God for true love, he gave me that too

I asked for an angel and he gave me you

TonyFM

Poem of ConciseTony

《Youth》

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