A GIFT OF OLD AGE
If old age does a gift on me bestow
it would be just: silence
in my youngish and manhood years
I had exhausted every single sentence
erroneously borrowed from writers,
from professors, friends, the clergy,
leaders, politicians, loud-mouths,
fanatics and extremists ( I didn't know then)--an endless litany
and I discover much too late
truth is only a word thrown about
for the convenience of the speakers
the stronger their conviction, the louder they shout
as they have all the answers
' you don't know-- you out
there---it's about time you followed us
we'll rid you of every doubt'
how I detest slogans now
pontifications are the death of me
I am lost for words--silence I choose--
myself I blame for my past stupidity
soon, too soon I'll be walking
to life's terminus--near, so near-
with a tiny signboard ' finis'
I'll be quiet and calm --without a single doubt or fear.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
A GIFT OF OLD AGE
If old age does a gift on me bestow
it would be just: silence
in my youngish and manhood years
I had exhausted every single sentence
erroneously borrowed from writers,
from professors, friends, the clergy,
leaders, politicians, loud-mouths,
fanatics and extremists ( I didn't know then)--an endless litany
and I discover much too late
truth is only a word thrown about
for the convenience of the speakers
the stronger their conviction, the louder they shout
as they have all the answers
' you don't know-- you out
there---it's about time you followed us
we'll rid you of every doubt'
how I detest slogans now
pontifications are the death of me
I am lost for words--silence I choose--
myself I blame for my past stupidity
soon, too soon I'll be walking
to life's terminus--near, so near-
with a tiny signboard ' finis'
I'll be quiet and calm --without a single doubt or fear.
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