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An Inference of Age
I'm old(er)
and proud of every laugh line
a crow's talon has carved
into this olive landscape
My mother was buried at 34;
never lived to see me graduate
marry, or give birth
to the next generation of her
I remember thinking
how old she was
But, recognized my ignorance
when I actually matured
I recognize yours too-
and laugh ( though not deridingly )
enough to fill a Universe;
you're ridiculing the very galaxy
you're orbiting yourself;
incomprehension at its finest:
proud and unexperiened
By the time you dock
( and you will live that long )
on that golden Death Star
of middle-age to live it out
I'll be long into another lifetime;
Young, free
maybe even a titanium ring
on a moth's wing
Or, perhaps a young girl
in Bangladesh
Regardless-
I won't be mocking your age
( that will be someone else )
or scoffing physical attributes:
aesthetics, a handicap, disease,
mental illness, intellect, years
I undoutedly learned that lesson
in a past existence
because it never once occurred
to act such a way in this one
( though I've been falsely accused );
I know better
I'm old(er)
and proud of every laugh line
a crow's talon has carved
into this olive landscape
Because I'm alive at 58
been blessed with children
lived to see them graduate
enter relationships and give birth
to the next generation of me
And ( no, I'm not finished yet ) -
because Love is my greatest reward
So "Why should I be unhappy?"
When "Every parcel of my being
is in full bloom."
I probably have less life to live
than I've lived so far; that's okay-
I can honestly say,
Aye! here's the rub;
the two things I prayed for came true
my mirror is all but polished too
My genuine wish for you, young(er)
counterpart, is no less than the same;
Wisdom commands it of sincerity
( though in ignorance
you may not yet believe )
~
#Rumi
and proud of every laugh line
a crow's talon has carved
into this olive landscape
My mother was buried at 34;
never lived to see me graduate
marry, or give birth
to the next generation of her
I remember thinking
how old she was
But, recognized my ignorance
when I actually matured
I recognize yours too-
and laugh ( though not deridingly )
enough to fill a Universe;
you're ridiculing the very galaxy
you're orbiting yourself;
incomprehension at its finest:
proud and unexperiened
By the time you dock
( and you will live that long )
on that golden Death Star
of middle-age to live it out
I'll be long into another lifetime;
Young, free
maybe even a titanium ring
on a moth's wing
Or, perhaps a young girl
in Bangladesh
Regardless-
I won't be mocking your age
( that will be someone else )
or scoffing physical attributes:
aesthetics, a handicap, disease,
mental illness, intellect, years
I undoutedly learned that lesson
in a past existence
because it never once occurred
to act such a way in this one
( though I've been falsely accused );
I know better
I'm old(er)
and proud of every laugh line
a crow's talon has carved
into this olive landscape
Because I'm alive at 58
been blessed with children
lived to see them graduate
enter relationships and give birth
to the next generation of me
And ( no, I'm not finished yet ) -
because Love is my greatest reward
So "Why should I be unhappy?"
When "Every parcel of my being
is in full bloom."
I probably have less life to live
than I've lived so far; that's okay-
I can honestly say,
Aye! here's the rub;
the two things I prayed for came true
my mirror is all but polished too
My genuine wish for you, young(er)
counterpart, is no less than the same;
Wisdom commands it of sincerity
( though in ignorance
you may not yet believe )
~
#Rumi
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