The Passages Of Life

A poetic response

You ask me — now that I am 62 — what are my thoughts on life? I muse a while and then I smile – Life, I reply, is a sequence of passages in progress and we, the passers-by

I see your baffled look

And so, I say

Life’s tapestries are fleeting — sequential flybys — compared to ageing once this flaky greyed threshold has been crossed

And then I smile

Infancy to childhood, is but a brief summer’s breath a gentle stroke on a fledgeling’s brow a world full of ring-a-roses — for those who are loved —

And then I sigh

Youth’s blissful clouds of multi-colour and those rebellious years with a world to discover are kissed away before you know — Or cowered away in a corner of woe —

And then I reminisce

Growing-up is an endless expanse With highs and lows and ebbs and flows, transgressing through climaxes — almost faster than light —

And then I pause

And the passage of growing old? You ask impatiently

(A reflective breath)

And then I say

Once over the threshold Ageing is all what remains, A grappling with time or a gratified surrender to an unknown end in sight — the unpliable bittersweet —

And that, my dear, is life!

My thanks goes to David S. for his wonderful post and prompt: And That Is Life!