Talking To Myself
The Youth
Life lies ahead- every moment a delight of learning-
codes of existence- colors, manners, communication,
cachet, every sense guides our preferences,
sunrise vs. sunset, seasons, beauty or darkness,
our biggest longing, to be grown into the freedom of the elder.
The Elder
Life lies behind us- every moment we contemplate
the high cost of wisdom, the past brightness, the constant
juggle and juxtaposition of living that is now
just hours of reflection- a struggle to recall what fate has served
us, plates of remorse or small bites of elation.
We pray for others’ understanding, longing for the freedom of youth.
The Dead
Life has been supplanted into some unknown imagination.
Now we learn bold codes of non-existence. Atoms seeking
to replace dimensions- no longer earth bound
or burdened with a heart. Stranger wisdoms of remorse revealed –
love’s final measure in the bounds of the infinite.
Heavens – not just one, where at last we find freedom.
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