Thoughts Of An Old Man Poem by Fred Babbin
Thoughts Of An Old Man
I stand still
while movement is all round me.
I stand still at the margin of life
with so little time
and so much to do.
My list grows longer
My navel grows deeper
and so I “rest a minute”,
a living death—
I have another cough drop
- I need the stimulation
and go about my business.
“Do I contradict myself?
Very well then, I contradict myself”
Although I do not contain multitudes.
Very Whitmanesque and thoughtful. I like the image of standing still while everything around us is in constant movement. It is in such moments, I think, that some of the best poetry gets written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:24:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fred, Another great write, certainly a thinker