We, The Up and Comers (to the Sunset Years)

PAD challenge day 18-For today's prompt, write a We Blank poem.

Heb.2:1

Therefore we ought to give the more earnest heed to the things which we have heard,

lest at any time we should let them slip...

This poem is written from a middle of middle age vantage point...

Gorgeous sunset the other evening but no freedom to wax poetic just then...

We tend to feel a bit like trees

Weathered and buffeted and tossed...

We tend to find as time goes by

And insolence of youth relents/repents

That the voice of choice will reply

Without a doubt, with consequence

We tend to learn as years accrue

Beneath the sparkle of the splash

The vault of ‘What I Thought I Knew’

Is quite depleted of its stash

We tend to feel a bit like trees

Weathered and buffeted and tossed

By winds of wild epiphanies

And olden ways to progress lost 

Then we tend to muzzle bold boasts

Attuned to time’s fading applause

We tend to raise much meeker toasts

To wisdom’s blunder-riddled cause

We tend to taste its grain of salt

In stumble-humbled middle-age

With empathy, rather than fault

Those struggling on a hard-knock page

Beneath the tutelage of Time

We tend to learn as we advance

There is so much more to life’s climb

Than can be appraised at a glance

…and how too oft we disregard

The common ground beneath our feet

How everyone’s ‘uphill’ is hard

And love lives, not on Easy Street

We of a more middle-age class

Chastened and jarred by season-swirls

Sense a Baton we soon must pass

To up and coming boys and girls

Beneath the sovereignty of clocks

We tend to be startled to find

How swift the classroom door unlocks

To students, never far behind

Thus, we should attend above all

What we tend often to forget

The aftermath of the footfall

Weaves someone’s path not travelled yet

© Janet Martin