Listening to every heart
I think one must come to a certain “age”
when we finally realize we’re not on stage
and all of life’s travails we thought mattered
are all now simply remembered as tatters
of pieces in which our lives were wrought
over problems which to ourselves were brought
because when one is looking for true happiness
sometimes it is easy to mistake genuine bliss.
Is this not the best part of aging by far?
Now not wondering just where we are
but so very glad that we are “there”
and not looking for that elusive “somewhere?”
Don’t think my life over, for it is just in
it’s beginning, and I think now I trust in
myself even more, for unhurried’s my lot
to place myself in an undefinable spot.
And patience, yes, I think I’ve more of that
such as losing keys, I know I’ll find them at
that place keys go, when playing hide and seek
from the couch cushions they shall peek.
And pains that I now know, the ones that I feel
well, they are even more than ever real
but they are pains made by my own choice
I know, I speak to them lightly, in sotto voice.
What I like best is the wisdom, I swear
for young and now old come to compare
philosophies and all the rest
and now I know which one of them guess.
And relationships? Oh, they’re better by far,
as I’m not looking for falling stars
but rather those aged rocks held in the firmament
as among those dinosaurs I’m more content.
So if this touch of looking upon age
allows you freedom from your self-built cage
then I shall know I’ve done my task
and questions of life’s passage you shall not ask.
For fear there be none, but calm delight
as one day travels easily into night
and you’ll reach that plateau of golden age
while resting on laurels, and not on the stage.
3 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow