Maturity



What does it matter
that your hair is getting greyer
and your tempo slacker
while you get more comfortable
substituting laziness for work
with handicaps and pains for an excuse,
while you look less and less into the mirror
to evade the obvious truth
that you are getting old;
but everyone is getting older,
even young impertinent and careless sports
rejoicing in their ignorance naïvely
have nothing to be proud of
in the perspective of time;
while we, in spite of our grey hairs
have learned to love in spite of all
and keep on loving,
and that will keep us young at heart
and ever grow our souls forever younger,
as we stick to life's profoundest wisdom,
that of simply sticking to our love.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-05-24 at 09:48

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Lots of wisdom (and maturity) in your poem. When I start fretting about getting older, and look with envy on those just starting out their lives, I remind myself that I've (as the cliche goes) "been there; done that." I experienced the exuberance and passion of youth just as they are doing now. What I've gotten in exchange is a certain amount of peace and appreciation for the years ahead. I wish more people would write poems on the subject of aging.
2009-05-24