Aging - Poem by Gerry Legister
I didn’t think about aging while rushing around,
Getting old unlearned, I thought as a veteran,
I am strong enough to run round the world,
Come back, and start again at night and at dawn.
But orchard youth had decoy the hoary glow,
For superior strength was needed for courage,
To do much more then; than what I can do now,
Exploits adorned with dreams and weakling age.
Getting near the fire and implacable ash ground,
The hollow rites prepared and already forgotten,
The soul in wrinkled body I carry myself around,
Do not see the shame of the age I own.
And if I think I am too old, then I am getting mad,
For age passes through every cycle of our life,
And decide timely experience for what we had,
Giving strength enough to climb, and leave and seek.
In all pursuit, we decide when heart has no desire,
To go on as long as we live and let age determine,
When there's no more passion to extinguish the fire,
That has the flames going higher into heaven.
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