Mar 2019
This is the youngest I’ll ever be
going forward in this day
with gifts that I’ve received
along with all the miseries
unframed years beckon on
without a promise of the count
marked against where I am
in the spotlight of the now
there is no turning back
except to forgive and then forget
put aside the chains of angst
to move forward without regret
time is a measure without regard
beyond the present winding down
at this mark of youth’s demise
pushing forward to my desires.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190316.
going forward in this day
with gifts that I’ve received
along with all the miseries
unframed years beckon on
without a promise of the count
marked against where I am
in the spotlight of the now
there is no turning back
except to forgive and then forget
put aside the chains of angst
to move forward without regret
time is a measure without regard
beyond the present winding down
at this mark of youth’s demise
pushing forward to my desires.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190316.
The poem “The Youngest” was prompted by a 1970 picture of Michael Caine. I would have been five at the time. He was in this prime as a maturing actor. This melded with my reinventing myself at a point that is far from my prime. Still, the present day is the best time to begin, as it is the only day you can truly begin.
