We do not live in an old age friendly culture. I think we all feel a bit scared aging. If we, as human beings, honored our elders as wise we might look past the wrinkles of age and look more upon the character, humor and love that often comes with age. If we make it to 40 this is when we realize that we are not getting any younger. Then if we don’t fight it we can review our life, a recapitulation, a spiraling around and looking at life. Looking at the continuity of life is so important. For me it is also looking at friends in my life. Why some endure with time and others fade away. Then there are the friends that come up from the past to surprise me with complete joy. This is freedom to me… to have friends that take me for who I am without judgments, conditions or prejudices about how I look on the outside. I see joy also in the sun, moon, stars and cosmos as a consistency that life will go on some way or another.
My Poem of Age…
Rosemary and purple flowers
Laugh at me and show me your mockery
My heart will endure regardless of your callousness.
Moons hide from me behind the clouds
As if you do not know I am here
I will still drink my beer and enjoy its bubbles.
Water makes my feet too cold
Freeze me with your flowing gossip
I will dry you off with a clean rough towel
Tossing you in the washer to be cleaned.
Fire dancing warm as red, purple and orange
Burn my body after I die
Ash I once was and ash I will become again
My spirit will forgive you all
It is continually young.
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40 is indeed an age of realization. It is an age of pursuing the dreams we held back, of running after the reasons of our happiness and peace. Time seems shorter and more precious.
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Thank you for sharing…
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