There is still a time when beauty matters
Not just the ancient sequoia
Blinded by a statuesque young lady
Or the innocent doll-faced baby
But I sense an inner feeling of joy
Of freedom, possibility and eternal future
Amazing now, at ninety-one years
I am gifted with similar pleasures
From morning to night each moment is more precious
Life is still full of possibilities!
A colorful parade is still spectacular and ageless
Aware, sadly that dumb wars, killings and injustice are here
My theater on life’s stage is still exciting
Entertaining, full of visions and vigor
Each morsel I taste is exquisite
Each bird’s trill is amusing and touching
I’m still amazed at the constant newness
Consumed with the screen, phone, messages
Repeatedly grateful for a sensual touch of love
Pathos and temporary pains are soon erased
My world is so magical and marvelous
I must still absorb, witness and comment upon all
For I know time is fleeting, like rapids below a bridge
Yes I sense the excitement in my bones
The rusty brown branches outside
Get up, relieved, leaving the bathroom with a smile
Snow peaked mountain scenes or tropical beaches with maidens on TV
Or even the stillness before the funeral service begins
Here I am, a witness, a participant
So you see, even at ninety-one all is still worthwhile
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What a breathtaking piece – certainly took me on a journey, and it’s such a fresh breath of life and exuberant joy. Thank you for sharing!
This is a beautiful piece of double ended satire. Loved every bit. Cheers.
Dare I say, a timeless piece of writing?
Held me captive all the way through.
Well done!
Such an inspiring poem! To be old and to live as young is truly a great blessing. Life is what we take it and you’ve shown here that you can live your life at any age and not let life get the best of you. Hats off to you!