Reflection Of A Middle-Aged Man Poem by Max Reif
Reflection Of A Middle-Aged Man
The sledge-hammer came down very early,
and I was shanghied into life.
I wake up at 58, thinking
'but I thought I was 21! '
But there's no time to think!
Today's screaming to be lived,
the vast machinery of Creation
has already begun its grinding.
Oh Max I do like this one. Age is a funny thing. It creeps up or slaps us in the face at the best of times. Nice to feel as old as you feel when having a youthful moment..
It's a rude awakening when reality slaps you in the face. However, with age comes wisdom, and look at Whistler's Mother - you've still got 30 years to go to catch her! Lots of time to be creative, and I think as we age, the creativity really kicks in. Plus we have alot of memories and experiences for subject matter. You make a powerful point here, Max Linda
i dread the day this happens to me, Max. but you've captured the surprise and dread wonderfully! Jake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:54:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
your wisdom is vast my dear Max... it probably was when you were 21, you just didn't know it at the time... It is nice to see you here again. Namaste -Eila