Though my body’s getting older,
my soul, it seems, is getting younger,
more creative, now, and bolder
that when inspired by the hunger
associated with raw youth
that thinks that it can climb all mountains.
With age my soul discovers truth
flows less from bold and youthful fountains
than pools from which it sees reflections
of mountains I will never climb,
but will, reflecting, find connections,
which are the rhyming rules of time.
Inspired by a comment by a comment on my poem “Mountains Do Not Go Away” by a Croatian fan:
All youth is destined in it’s time to be the mountains from which truth will come to overshadow you...do you know whether your soul always been old and that perhaps it’s getting younger?
This is the poem that generated her lovely comment:
MOUNTAINS DO NOT GO AWAY
Mountains do not go away;
you have to live below
their massive summits, and each day
to their shadows show
respect, because you are not free
to run away. All youth
is destined in its time to be
the mountains from which truth
will come to overshadow you,
and make you realize
you’re being prepped for a preview
of premature demise.
8/14/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem