Are You Eighteen?

Are You Eighteen? short poem

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(Dedicated to my niece, Zeina…)

When you are eighteen
Just add the two numbers
And be nine again
This ancient tree is evergreen…

When you are eighteen
Weave the threads of friendship
Play the cords of worship
Sing a song immortal
Sounds crazy?
Well it’s normal…

Because you are eighteen
You can be nine again
You can be mine again
You can live my dream
You can lead my team
Just because you are
Unique and eighteen

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Nada Amine Awar

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I am a Lebanese female poet, researcher and writer in Arabic and English.Fourth of January, 1957 I was born in Quarnayel, Lebanon. Being an only daughter among three sons, gave my whole life an aromatic taste. I got a master degree in political science from the American University of Beirut. Mahatma Gandhi is the only politician I follow and respect. Gamal Abd Nasir is the only Arab leader I admire. Rabindranath Tagore is my spiritual master. His poetry, writings, music, and universal thought is a real fountain for my spiritual uplifting. Chief Seattle’s “Message To the Modern World” broadened my views and deepened my interrelationships with Mother Nature and the GREAT SPIRIT. John Lennon is my daily friend. I recognize his song “Imagine” as my national anthem. I am a fan of Yoko Ono; I appreciate what she gave to the “whole world” through her love to John. I believe that the cosmic law is the only law that any creature must follow in order to understand the simple truth of life and death: that is another form of existence.
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Saurin Desai
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I’m 36 and I often wish I was 18 again… call it half life regression 😉

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