How fluid this aged mind,
swollen from the remnants of experience,
like echoes they ring as bells,
a knell of resounding presence,
a reminder of all the sentient flaws
I’m unable to leave behind.
They ring not from regret
but so I do not forget humility,
when atrophy has befallen me in my past,
those binding mistakes that keep me awake
when dreams should not be forsaken
and shadows allowed to rest.
I know sometimes I can’t let go,
struggling with a sorrowful remorse,
humility my guiding light
yet hard to make that horse drink,
what I know and what I do
can often be removed.
Ah, to be human, there’s no cure,
this introspective lure I must abide,
unanswered questions just a taunting ride,
as life ensues and I in ruse
of some miraculous resolution,
but that path I cannot choose.
If only I could dismiss
those many thoughts that delve
so deeply down inside,
contrived for seeking more,
knowing just a little to somehow understand,
what is and is not in my command.
The struggle for truth is long,
and in age the pieces begin to fit in place,
and amid the human throng,
I settle in my place, so well worn,
but never will I finish
the gleaning where I so desperately belong.
So, I watch with interest,
the parade of souls embraced in life,
seeking as I do, the truth,
and through strife and regrettable deeds,
a life worth living,
a soul worth the giving of love.
How fluid an aged mind,
ready to accept rather than fight,
and in that serene resolve,
a joy of being that ceases much of my angst,
as simple as it is, life is our reward,
and seeking is just a journey
of realizing what we have.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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