Am I old
enough to coax lively thoughts
out of an
exhausted mind?
Am I old
enough to lessen the loss
of a
forlorn soul?
Am I old
enough to rekindle the flame
in a
frozen heart?
Am I old
enough to free a stifled tongue
and share
words of fly?
Am I old
enough to change
ancient
roots into fresh art?
Am I young
enough to value what was
and
celebrate growing old?
Yes, I am.
Today,
I dance my 47th turn around the sun. My back is aching and my
lymphedema is acting up. Still, there will be food, presents, family time,
writing and gardening. So… life is good.
photo by Nikhita Singhal, on Unsplash
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #121: Youth Is Nature, Age Is Art)
