Late Reading Poem by Daniel Brick

Congrats on poem of the day, Daniel! This is simply wonderful and I am going to add it to my favorites list.

Again you are dwelling upon the hazards of growing old........ 'Grow old along with me the best is yet to come'.............. let us believe in this and open our inner eyes to behold the mysteries, the books cannot hold! I discern your pain on not able to enjoy the companionship of your closest buddies. I know books have been a treasured wealth for you and that you cannot live without them!

In one way or other we are all old and young at the same time.. It's not the eyesight but our 'vision' that makes us who we are... I remember reading a poem by Jibananda Das called Bodh (Conscience and/or Realisation) and it had these amazing lines that read Sokol loker majhe / Nijer mudradoshe ami hotechi ekla, which can be roughly translated as Amdist this ocean of people / Courtesy my own features am I turning lonely? (i'm not all that good at translating) .. This poem reminded me of that - - it's just a kind of 'conscience' or 'realisation' that makes us who we are - - sometimes too old for our age, sometimes too young.. A brilliant and beautiful poem..

No, it is not 'Time's betrayal against the aging mind' It is that now the mind sees better than the eye, What.was left behind. and maybe what is to come. Very interesting poem, very profoundly felt and a sincere cry of deep fears and feelings. A well merited Poem of the Day..

Clever poem using some of the problems of eye-sight with aging for as well being blocks against understanding contemporary emotions and 'meaning's sui generis- very clever, intuitive, and intelligent. Reminds us that we sometimes feel and read with the heart and mind, and that what we see does not matter so much…..

Beautiful write i like it

How can I swell my gaze to encompass such new wonders? Or is this simply another betrayal of time against the aging mind, still agile enough to sustain desire but weakening every moment its grasp of fleeting things? - - - Many wonders escape our eyes because we fail to grasp them.I can relate to this poem.

i smile in recognition at this one, daniel. not that i care much about them, but how about the vision-defying text on those small otc medicine bottles- yikes! after mt. st. helens blew, we had interesting sunsets for a while here in albuquerque. we knew, of course, what caused them, that these skies were temporary, false in a way. but still, why not enjoy them without conditions? isn't it cool to look out on a landscape and have impressionist vision? -glen

a wonderful poem of struggling to see right even though the heart knows it? .............well penned.