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YOUTH
Samuel Ullman
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 sixty more than a boy of twenty. 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 spirit back to
dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every
human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing
child-like 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 twenty, but as long
as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there
is hope you may die young at eighty.
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Hi everyone,
Found this poem today. It was given
to me when I passed my first Police Dog Handlers course some
years ago. Thought some of you would like to read it.
A Dog's Plea
Treat me kindly, my beloved
friend, for no heart
in all the world is more grateful for
kindness in
the loving heart of me.
Do not break
my spirit with a stick, for though I
might lick your hand
between blows, your
patience and understanding will more
quickly
teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's
sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce
wagging
of my tail when the sound of your
footstep falls upon my
waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and
wet,
for I am a domesticated animal, no longer
accustomed to bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory
than the privilege of sitting
at your feet beside the
hearth.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water for I
cannot
tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean
food so I may stay well, to romp and play
and do your
bidding, to walk by your side
and stand ready, willing and
able to
protect you with my life, should your
life be
in danger.
And my friend, when I am very old and I no
longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight,
do not
make heroic efforts to
keep me going. I am not having fun.
Please see to it that my life is taken gently.
I
shall leave this earth knowing with the last
breath I draw
that my fate was safest in
your hands.
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