Older, Younger, Both
poem by:
Joyce Sutphen
I feel older, younger, bothat once. Every time I win,I lose. Every time I count,I forget and must begin again.I must begin again, and again Imust begin. Every time I lose,I win and must begin again.Everything I plan must wait, andhaving to wait has made me old, andthe older I get, the more I wait, and everythingI'm waiting for has already been planned.I feel sadder, wiser, neithertogether. Everything is almosttrue, and almost true is everywhere.I feel sadder, wiser, neither at once.I end in beginning, in ending I findthat beginning is the first thing to do.I stop when I start, but my heart keeps on beating,so I must go on starting in spite of the stopping.I must stop my stopping and start to start—I can end at the beginning or begin at the end.I feel older, younger, both at once.
hangover..
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
i found this by chance, and i like it.
it is simple and clear.