I’m
older now, older
than
I ever imagined
myself
to be, my mind
stuck
in neutral at nineteen
and
my body demonstrating
daily
how ridiculous
that
notion is, but I’m
older
now, older than I ever
imagined
myself to be, and
I
see so much that I only
knew
before, understanding
how
much was created
in
the first ten years.
Wordsworth
was right, but
it
takes too long to grasp
his
truth, and realize our youth
is
more alive now than it was
when
we lived it.
Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
7 comments:
Last line is killer! I sometimes say youth is wasted on the young. Not Glynn "Young" of course. Excellent poem. Now direct me to the Wordsworth piece please.
This is awesome Glynn -- you made me smile and nod my head and feel connected and oh so not alone in my aging body :)
You are right on with this one, Glynn! When we stay young in heart and mind, it doesn't matter that our bodies age; we can see each day with freshness, expectation, and wonder.
Blessings, my friend!
Love. A lot.
Oh, wow, you hit it smack dab on target. Take it not only from Master W. but from a tweeting 76 year old great grand. Found you through Martha Orlando.
I love it.
I can't believe how you nail the place where my head is --- older, but looking anew.
:-)
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