I am guilty—who do I blame?
I am old—who do I entreat?
I am torn—who do I thank?
There is, I suspect, in the shell of every need
the pith of an answer
and the crown of a desire rooted deep in pure release.
Not lost (not yet) but slipping,
There comes an age when you are ‘older.’ Not ’25 is older than 20’ older but ‘old.’ You recognize that the majority of your life is behind you and that certainly the most dynamic, energizing part has slipped into the past.
This realization puts you in a reflective mood, looking back on your life. What matters is who you have been, and are, and the people you affected and who affected you. But it matters only in a reflective way, as a mirror reflects the world. The moment that is, is, and for right now, that is all you have. Not the past, not the future, but only the here and now.
Thank you for reading Oh-so-softly. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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3 responses to “Oh-so-softly”
Lovely! I had to slow down and read it again and then I was able to enjoy the experience. Thank you for sharing.
That is very kind of you! Thank you! I appreciate your taking the time to read my poem and write! 🙂
You’re very welcome, happy to support!