What Age Are You Really? Poem by Sean Joyce
What Age Are You Really?
Sixty now
but also
every age
it took to get here.
(When you
were twenty-one
were you not fifteen
five and seven?)
The great
not-understood
glory of our years.
Whatever age you are
then you are every age
it took to get there.
Not just
that part of you
is sixteen again.
Not just
that some small part
is forty four again.
but yes
that every bit of you
is every bit of every age
you ever were.
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 7:59:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah! an interesting take off of James Whitcom Riley's 'How Many of My Selves are dead'. Adeline