Old Bones Unbroken

OLD BONES UNBROKEN

In my later years I’ve come to believe
Living long does not determine the depth of a life lived
As lives and love stem from a special nodule in a person’s heart
A connection established a long, long time ago 

A time when we were tiny, small varmints, mammals

I find my old age creeping around me relentlessly
Wrapping me in loneliness in my hours of consternation 
Seeking the youth I royally misspent with gusto 
I had fun

Like any kid I wallowed in the gaiety of the day as long as I could
I played like a Banshee high on donkey dung
I played taking care I didn’t hurt myself much
Aged fossil bones are thankful when the body is respected in youth

Old bones seek happy as the old body seeks rest

Joyful old bones seek painless old muscles 
Our old exhausted minds welcome less strain on our bodies 
Like a nun who prays to the four winds
For safe passage through the hinterlands of painful oblivion

Old age welcomes the body when it escapes broken bones.

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