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
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Written on 2009-05-24 at 09:48
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