I find no evidence whatever
Of a link, causal or statistical
Between aging
And maturity
Tag: Aging
Absentminded
I’m growing absentminded;
It seems that I forget
Exactly where I’m going,
Or if I am there yet
My heart is full of passion,
There’s ardor in my eyes:
If I knew where the hell I was
It really would be
Nice
To share is human:
The feeling, weightless
The feeling, weightless: letting go –
To land and turn, then swing again:
To know the breathless joy of flight
The way you do — no did — back then
To hear the laughter you recall
Of kids and swings, and their rapport —
The feeling, weightless: letting go –
To land and just be young
Once more
To share is human:
Choking Off Your Own Voice
To feel the world, you must be open to it,
But opening’s a painful process now;
With risk-taking, the only way’s to do it,
But it’s been years since you’ve forgotten how
You do not feel the air as you inhale it,
You do not see the sun, the moon or stars;
A chance will come, but you will not avail it,
And more of who you were is stored in jars
So don’t remain here, choking off you own voice,
The world is still out there for you to see;
The bitterness you feel – that is your own choice,
You are the person that you chose to be
For sorrow needn’t stay because we age;
New hope can put to sword
Your dying
Rage
To share is human:
Young Love Days
I remember young love being like a surprise present I never imagined getting; it wasn’t better than what I have now, nor is the fondness of the memory diminished because it broke long ago. Like this road I walked on back in young love days, it’s just one more part of the tapestry that makes up who I am; and my smile is really one of recognition for a part of me that’s always been there, but overlooked for years.
To share is human:
Travelogue Cabin
The journey’s almost over
But the miles roll by at the same speed as ever
Whatever all I’ve seen
And wherever I’ve slept
My dwelling has remained the same
Perspectives can grow
Ideas can change
But they always stay within the same house
They started in
To share is human:
My Long Best Friend
My long best friend and nemesis
Whom I have loved for many years –
But who a fickle heart displays
To tease me as she does —
Through long depression, years of hurt,
She’d touch me when I would touch her;
And I would like to think that, still,
It is the way it ever was
The decades go, my long best friend:
The tunes we think will never end
They leave our fingers and our ears
And melt into the wilting years
And loyalty goes unremarked
Until at last, it all goes
Dark
