Ananda was one of the Buddha's chief disciples. He had an amazing memory, and recited the Buddha's teachings from memory. I suppose I'm being a litle too poetic, and maybe stretching the point, but the poem is about myself, and how I was feeling a the time.
I am quite old.
I look quite old.
I really cannot help it.
I do not smile
so much at all,
Nor frown more than a little,
But the look I have,
I cannot see,
And really do not fathom.
Both friends and strangers
Ask me questions
As if my answers
Will bestow
The secret key
To a hidden
mystery.
They are not pleased
When I don’t meet
All of their expectancy.
But a “look” is just a look,
And not reality.
Fred Babbin