Forty In Retrospect
familiar skin and bones
keep slipping
in and out
of comfortable
words come and words go
some just get
stuck
gnaw from the inside out
trying to break free
of should and must
even strong colours fade
like dying stars
the dancing stops
for all in time
and we remember
how it used to be
blue notes and sunshine
students of love and life
gave up on easy
reschooled and retooled
to fit a new groove
grabbing life by the horns
they ride
hard
© B.Y. Penman 2007 - All rights reserved.
2 comments:
Forty in retrospect is expressed so well. A very moving poem. Thank You!
Happy riding! :)
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