Tell me something I have not heard before.
Show me something beautiful.
Sing me songs.
Buy me dinner, buy me a drink,
Buy me a present.
Take my hand,
Lead me to the bench under the trees.
Hug me like a cub.
Teach me how to kiss.
Scold me if you please.
Be angry, shout.
But whatever you do,
Don’t do it too fast
Because we have to enjoy
What we have while it lasts,
Because life is so short, so very short,
We can’t rush things
Because we can close our eyes
We can go to sleep
We can wake up
Only to find one, two, three, ten years
A lifetime has passed
And we have grown too old to care
Whether we win or we lose
Whether we laugh or we cry
Whether we live or we die.
13 thoughts on “Slowly, If You Please”
Oh, Vincent. Poignant. Stunning. I’m touched.
And while life hurries by, I will savor your words, before life is gone. Too soon.
Oh, Jessica, I blush. How are you? Is it true what I’m hearing, that in America everything moves faster than everywhere else, that even time hurries by more swiftly there?
All so sweet.
Without the side effects of sugar, I hope.
I have recently had a tooth filling. 😦
How are you Nina?
touching, with whispery fingers, lightly, and inviting;
what we want and ask for;
what we can’t stop and don’t ask for;
love and life, and love and life again.
Your poetry and way with words is absolutely beautiful.
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Great thought, although I am very new in this till enjoying the reading
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Vincent, Vincent! This is beautiful. I can’t get enough of how softly the words flow, like a languid caress… 🙂
And the timing is so perfect. I just met someone amazing and this is exactly what I’d want to tell him..maybe I’ll show him this poem. Thank you, for your beautiful words clearly express my feelings.
Your poetry is so amazing. “What ever you do,don’t do it fast.” That is everything to me.
Great poem. Nice thoughts. Is it true that I will not care when I get old? I’m eighty-one. How much longer do you think l will care? 😀 😀
You are Young at Heart, as Sinatra says, Oneta. 🙂