Why And How Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Seventy-five years have almost spun,
A life lived 'neath the sun,
Yet still the questions rise and go,
A curious mind, in a still wondering boy.

Why was I born, this breath I take?
Not fate's decree, but choices I make.
No script predefined, no destined role,
But etching purpose, making me whole.

A work in progress, evermore,
Not searching ends, but life to adore.
Each day a gem, each bond a thread,
Curiosity's joy, in my heart and head.

How did I grow this shape I've made?
Through trials faced, no longer afraid.
A mosaic formed, of light and shade,
Integrity sought, a life displayed.

The same soul, though older now,
With wrinkles etched upon my brow.
Continuity's thread, a steady hand,
The youthful spirit, in each aged land.

Why still so keen, at eventide?
Like Einstein said, with wonder inside.
A timeless spirit, taking flight,
A burning wick, in the darkest night.

To seek the meaning, to understand,
To leave a legacy, in this mortal land.
Gerotranscendence, the cosmic view,
Appreciating life, fresh and new.

No age to cease, to learn and grow,
Like autumn trees, a vibrant show.
Internal journeys, a richer quest,
My curiosity, truly blessed.

T.M.Solvang