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Monday, April 18, 2022

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


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




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