Eventful scribbles on the calendar…
Number by number, square by square
Constant in time are hopeful dreams
Bound together with folded seams
Babies become adults before your eyes
Elderly parents weaken and say good-byes…
With the passing days much is gained
Perception is happily and painfully ingrained
Contained within the aging years is knowledge
Kindly giving the ability to discard or selvage
Bestowing an inner secret that is magical
It is a presence that is somewhat mystical
Sensing the future with a learned quality
Finding courage in the calm flow of poetry
Giving understanding when troubles are blinding
Knowing that the experiences in life are binding
2/7/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is an empowering feeling to reach an age when you no longer feel insecure about the person you are. This wonderful poem shows that you have reached that place. Thanks