Cum Aetate
The older I get,
the shorter the lines become
The older I get,
more welcome is each morning’s sun
The older I get,
those words rented are now mine to keep
The older I get,
dreams follow me out of my sleep
The older I get,
less rules to impose on the game
The older I get,
hopes and wishes of youth to reclaim
The older I get,
new laughter recalls what I missed
The older I get,
all goodbyes now embrace and dismiss
The older I get,
what I searched for, my searching became
The older I get
what’s forgotten—remembered again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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