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young chicklets – foto by smith

“Most people would sooner die than think, in fact they do so.” – Bertrand Russell

In three weeks I turn 63. Here’s a poem I wrote when I turned 50 that’s still true.

Pilgrim’s Progress

The shy knees say upon turning 50
windows open onto sacred soil,
closing patterns past.

The dark destiny dread
once admitted lacks Darwinian loss,
leaks likes lukewarm like drifter drafted.

Old fuses fixed with shiny premise
shift shape, sometimes seep sleeping
spring sprung into dawn.

My fallen rose rising
my no zone climbing
I sing, pondering coffin’s cost.

The first stanza comes from the Chinese (shy knees) saying that before 50 you wear the face you were born with but after 50 you wear the face you’ve earned. I’m proud of my post-50 face.


young roof dog – foto by smith

3 Responses

  1. Boxers always look tougher than they are. They can’t help their theeth showing. They’d rather lick your hand than bite it. Peace dogs.

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