Laws of my Life

The laws of my life have mellowed with age

They no longer carry the same weight.

I don’t feel as if I must make a date

Or do a thing if I don’t feel like I must.

I more go along with the way that I feel

Rather than what someone may think about me.

I’m not as “rushed about” in my world as it is

For there is no rule in my day that says

I must get it all done to please another.

I have let go of many a regulatory directive

That no longer serves my purpose.

Each individual can choose their own  creed

Of how to govern their lawful or lawless lives.

 


 

Poetry Potluck:  Rules, Regulations and Laws

 

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  1. I am all for freedom 🙂
    Happy potluck!!! http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  2. You are in a wonderful place – thank you for sharing – I enjoyed reading 🙂

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  3. enjoy your freedom of expression here.
    cheers.

    A++

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  4. With maturity, freedom. Fine poem and I love the way you chose to illustrate it, Gayle. That’s perfect and also makes for a smile.

    Happy Potluck! Thanks for all your visits and comments on my site. I always look forward to visits here and visits from you.

    Jamie

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  5. “Aging forces us to decide what is important in life.”
    Thomas Moore

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  6. WHO CAN DENY SUCH, SUCH IS THE OPINION LIFE PRESENT US WITH. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

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  7. Jessica

     /  January 24, 2011

    I love the statement you make here and the use of the signs at the bottom. I guess we never grow up inside our heads!

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/dark-teen/

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    • I’ve heard that too–that you never really age in your head. Pretty cool!

      Thanks for your visit, Jessica and thanks for your link.

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  8. loved the poem as well as the picture of signs..
    lovely…

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  9. Well said. I pray we all reach a point in our lives where we follow only the laws of our heart.
    Happy Potluck

    Here’s mine
    http://mysticmarleei.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/searching/

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  10. This is so brilliant. 🙂

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  11. Thanks, Marlee. I agree with you–wouldn’t that be wonderful…

    Happy Potluck to you! Always appreciate your visits and comments, Marlee.

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  12. love it gayle.. i think you have read mine before..here’s my potluck for this week: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/here-for-you/

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    • Thank you, Kris. Had not read yours before–I’m glad I got another chance because it’s beautiful. So welcoming and sweet..

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  13. life really becomes lot more pleasant when we mellow down. it was a really, really pleasant surprise to see so many posts by you at a go. thanks 🙂

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    • I happened to check my statistics for my site and found that I had 107 posts and my next one was going to be 108. I wanted to write something meaningful for it so had to think a bit. It turned out to be “Universal Mother”. Thank you for wanting to read them! 🙂

      I love my more mellow state. When you’re young you can be more excitable and anxious about things. Now things don’t bother me so much any longer.

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  14. Well said you Gayle Dear!

    I too am leading my Life in this manner since almost a year now. It’s become so much better. It seems that I am alive indeed.
    I don’t see the fun in pleasing others anyway. Anytime I had tried, it came as a major lesson. They would anyways sulk; so might as well leave them stuck in their own world!

    Meanwhile, I wake up late, act lazy and pretend snob..
    Smiles.. xxxx

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    • Thanks so very much, my friend. I’m so happy that you are residing in this more relaxed state. You can’t possibly please everyone and why knock yourself out trying. You are right. People have their own lives to figure out.

      Good for you!

      Love you…

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  15. We hopefully do wise up..you certainly have! Very good reminder!

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  16. tuffi kaffa

     /  January 24, 2011

    reading your wonderful piece, I can feel inside of me your vast inner freedom… thanks for sharing this great piece!

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  17. Much wisdom here. Age does not always bestow this wisdom. You are blessed with a strong sense of self that others should aspire to.

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  18. Very true and well-put. Thank you.

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  19. Discipline is one thing, but restricting one’s style by laying down a zillion laws…naaaahh.. that doesn’t help much…
    This is a lovely poem to read, AND to practice too … beautiful!!

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  20. Thank you, Kavita–you think like I do! xoxo

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  21. True rebellion is the quiet, self assured kind…or that’s what I take away from this 🙂

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    • I think you’re right. That real knowing of what you want or don’t want is very liberating–and quiet. 🙂

      Thanks for commenting, Michael.

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  22. “Each individual can choose their own creed
    Of how to govern their lawful or lawless lives.”

    So true..
    Fantastic work 🙂

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  23. That’s a beautiful poem, and a useful advice poetically expressed. Thank you, Gayle. 🙂

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  24. Thanks for the reminder about the good things about getting older! Sometimes, it’s hard not to miss the spontaneity and energy of youth, but you reminded me that there are some darned great things about age! Acceptance of oneself is one of the best ones, as your poem so eloquently points out. The picture was perfect, too. 🙂

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    • Yes, that’s the best–acceptance of yourself. I’m not as “tightly wound” as when I was younger. Hooray! 🙂

      Thank you for such a great comment.

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  25. That is the best thing about getting older. You now have the audacity to tell the rules to take a hike! 😀

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    • After self-acceptance, the next best is telling those rules that no longer work for you to take a hike! Yes! 🙂

      Thank you for your visit and comment today.

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