NEW YEAR INTROSPECTION PART ONE
when is one grown up?
a question, asked and answered,
in wise words already written,
for tis when those gifts
with which we are,
have been,
so imparted are
returned,
imparted,
used
for selfless ways,
gift received,
becoming
gift re-gifted,
not only shared
but given away
many-fold,
imbued,
without expectation of
return in one's own coffers,
on those dear souls
within one's reach...
tis then the measure
is measured
and the cycle complete,
having ridden,
rode,
far enough down the road,
for the rubber to have
not only met the road,
but even more,
leaving for others
who come behind,
bits,
pieces,
chunks,
living, breathing matter
that matters,
the impartee becoming
the imparter,
each being
its own proof,
proving that,
yes indeed,
in deed,
gift and giver are one,
and one is all grown up.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
NEW YEAR INTROSPECTION PART ONE
when is one grown up?
a question, asked and answered,
in wise words already written,
for tis when those gifts
with which we are,
have been,
so imparted are
returned,
imparted,
used
for selfless ways,
gift received,
becoming
gift re-gifted,
not only shared
but given away
many-fold,
imbued,
without expectation of
return in one's own coffers,
on those dear souls
within one's reach...
tis then the measure
is measured
and the cycle complete,
having ridden,
rode,
far enough down the road,
for the rubber to have
not only met the road,
but even more,
leaving for others
who come behind,
bits,
pieces,
chunks,
living, breathing matter
that matters,
the impartee becoming
the imparter,
each being
its own proof,
proving that,
yes indeed,
in deed,
gift and giver are one,
and one is all grown up.
Post script.
read http://hellopoetry.com/poem/i-cant-change-a-tirewhen-do-you-become-a-grownup/ including the after reading.
inspired by Nat, who asks the tough questions and "contaminates my brow" with inquisitions more noble than most... poet, author, fellow philosopher... but mostly treasured dearly for friend, which i call him because he has left pieces, nay, chunks, of himself for me to find, make mine, and has expected nothing, but friendship, in return, which, were you to ask me, is my definition of each and every one i call, "friend."
