You see a wrinkled 102 year old,
Balanced on the edge of a knife,
Waiting for a puff of wind,
To send me crashing from this life.
But here I am,
Feeling like the 10 year old I used to be,
Ready to fly a kite, jump into a stream,
Go sledging and climb a tree.
I want to surf a big wave,
Be in a hot air balloon up high,
Canoe a waterfall,
See green lights dancing in the sky.
Let me look into the eyes,
Of a dolphin in the sea,
Swimming like close friends,
Each wild and free.
I want to jump from a bridge,
At last I've learnt to hope,
Letting go of life's fears,
To trust a stretchy rope.
Let me ski down a mountain,
Pure and white as a dove,
Hang from a flimsy triangle,
Looking far and wide above.
Are you older than I?
Do your dreams have this range?
Use your days wisely,
It's never too late to change.
age cannot wither some hope...like your lines really. read my poem and share your views plz.-Rites Ghosh.
Your poem reminds us of the richness of life that is there for us to try to catch hold of and savour. If health allows, age is no barrier. I have seen seventy year olds surfing and having a ball!
Let us live life to the fullest, right up to the last minute. I like your well-expressed advice.
(see precious comment from me) . a poet's note mentioning the person (i think) you read about in the news [skydiving, but attached to another.... experienced..... skydiver; THAT'S CHEATING! ! ! ]. bri :) are your life changes progressing satisfactorily, i hope?
sledging may be a new word to me; i see it IS a good word. i thought,80%, that it was a typo and you meant 'sledding'! never too late to change the diaper? ? come on, Stephen, the geriatric skydivers are anomalies and you know it! :) :) but you've made a nice poem out of it. great rhymes too. my favorite lines: “I want to jump from a bridge, At last I've learnt to hope, Letting go of life's fears, To trust a stretchy rope.” bri :) ============================================== here is MY view of aging for humans: Slow Down; Get Ready; GO! People are not meant to live soooo long, and “Don't think each day can be a song! ” Why I'll BET in that guy’s or gal's 102 years, medicine has come to ‘wipe away tears’. Here is what i mean by medicine help: A Caesarian section was needed to whelp. Pneumonia was stopped in its tracks. Dangerous fevers were lowered with ice packs. A ruptured spleen was removed just in time. Antibiotics prevailed against all sorts of slime. Blood pressure meds prevented a stroke. A pacemaker was installed in a weary bloke. Surgery, and chemo or radiation “killed” cancer. For some diseases, vaccination was the answer. A broken hip? No problem! You’re soon up and around; no longer will you linger for weeks, then enter the ground. A stent, a graft, a transplant, or a major excision ….. prolongs life often. Think hard about it. It’s YOUR decision. (April 6, 2015) bri ;)
Very rightly you expressed your mind, Katona. What I say in one of my poems.... Yes, if you have to live a life Live it with all dreams. From a snow covered mountain You must glide Do surfing Over the wild waves .......... very nice
Wow.... Great! What energy..... what bubbling enthusiasm.....! This should be our attitude to life! I think, if we try, we can develop this attitude in life! Reading this poem.... I am reminded of Simon Reeve, the great adventurer and traveller.... A man charged with tempestuous energy! Stephen... reading this poem, my energy level has also risen! A 10
You have such a bodacious way of describing reality. Thanks for the vision, JT
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
use your days wisely, I like it, thanks,