Today i saw the bright sky and knew:
that there would be another beautiful sunrise
to make my day bright and sunny - the way it was -
though the wane moon still hangs in the west...
I thought of things gone by -
foolish deeds and foolish thoughts
that brought about that dreamy look -
in the eyes of young lovers...
and thought, perhaps i'm too old for that?
perhaps, had i been seventeen or twenty-seven -
i, too, would have been dreamy-eyed,
and all flustered, with love?
i, too, would have been starry-eyed,
and all flushed up, with love?
But when one is fifty-seven -
and life is so beautiful...
i suppose one would most contented be -
to be basking in the sun, writing poetry...?
and to talk of young lovers -
as they go about starry-eyed and dreamy-eyed...?
And when i glanced into my rear view mirror -
that stranger smiled happily back at me...
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