Let other leaders
Retire
To play golf
& write
Memoirs
About bombing
Villages
They've never seen.
Growing old
Presents a peril
They may not
Expect.
It is to lose
One's soul
In trivia
& irrelevance
The nerve
Endings
Blunted
By the constant
Pressure
Of moral
Indifference.
Growing old
A curse:
Not even
Generally speaking
Able
To relate
To whoever
Shares
Your house. Not the mansion
You inhabit
On the
Lovely stolen hill
Above the sea
Or the interior one:
The darkened
Desolate
Shack.
You want to grow old
Like
The Carters;
Curing blindness
&
Building houses
For
The Poor;
Making friends of those
Who believe
They must fight.
You want to grow old
Like
The Carters
Holding hands
With someone
You love
&
Riding bicycles
Leisurely
Where the ground
Is well known
& perfectly
Flat.
You want to find
And keep to the path
Laid down
Inside you
Such a long time
Ago.
You want to grow old
Like
The Carters:
Serene. Eyes
Twinkling
To be accused
Of
Not getting
It right.
Upfront, upright.
Speaking what to you is true.
A person rich in Mothers.
Beloved.
And:
Honoring what is black
In you.
Growing old! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You Want To Grow Old... You want to find And keep to the path Laid down Inside you Such a long time Ago. One of the few Modern Poems I liked.
Growing old A curse: Not even Generally speaking Able To relate To whoever Shares............/// penned wonderfully; grow old curse! ! !
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Growing old A curse: Not even Generally speaking Able To relate To whoever Shares Your house... Not the mansion you inhabit Thats a deep stanza right there! Great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
getting old scares me they might soon kick me to the curb....