Yolanda Marin

Vista, California

Born - December 2, 1913, Bronx, NY; Parents - Theresa and Frattalone; Married - Anthony, April 21, 1948; Son - Roger Anthony Marin; Educated in public and private schools - Evander Child High School; Retired teacher of English and Foreign languages; Member of International Society of Poets; Various honors - interviewed on TV and documentary taped at home for TV in 1968, honor of having taught many notable personalities. My poems have been published in newspapers, catalog and The National Library of Poetry. I've published one collection of poetry, "Golden Echoes," and am completing a manuscript for book II, "Golden Encores." My passion for writing poetry stems from my belief that poetry is a perfect tonic for the soul.

The March of Time

Time is ever of the essence;
Try to weather every test,
That you may close your day in prayer,
My dear God, I've done my best.

Make use of all your talents,
Before they turn to rust,
Make something special of your life,
Before you turn to dust.

For, one fine day, on all of us,
Death is sure to pay a call;
May you be ready for him
And leave in peace with all.

Love is a gift at any age,
Yet young love's often blind,
To the flaws of one's beloved
That strain the ties that bind.

But, love that comes in middle age
When love's no longer blind, ­
Then one can choose a soul mate,
With a clear and open mind.

Oh, love that blooms at a later stage,
When maturity temper passion,
Now becomes the bread of life,
Not just a passing distraction.

So, if you feel love's passed you by,
That all has come to an end,
Fate may have saved the best for last,
Oh, it's never too late to love, my friend.