a sort of re- alright


Age

Age brings separation
The ability to separate whites
From yolks, good from bad
Love from longing indifferently.

Age brings alone-less
Awareness
Astuteness.

Age brings wisdom
The urge to wisecrack
Take black from white
Love from hate
The wanting to need
Heedlessly.

Ages past gather in my mind
I bouquet them swiftly and place
Them in water so I can watch the
Witherings inevitable droop.

Youth has its beauty
Age has its happiness's
My guess is
We are all going to die...
So I'm living
With my age.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-09 at 03:45

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Rob Graber
This meditative write actually makes one feel pleased to be getting on a bit!
2010-02-09


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Age and life , is like being among leaf among leaves on a tree. As age creeps on , the leaves begin to drop off one by one. Till only a few remain.
On a lighter note. From an interview with a French woman on her 120 birthday: '' I only have one wrinkle , and I'm sat on that!'' One funny line amongst more. This I think the whitest.
Ken. D)
2010-02-09


NicholasG
There was a bit of dialogue from an obscure movie that fixed itself in my head...A bunch of teenagers asked an old guy what the worst part of getting old was. The old guy said, "Remembering being young." I guess it was the ominousness of it...
(ominosity?)
xox Nick
2010-02-09