Clearly I am getting old
If the night seems right for sleeping
And the noises summon annoyance
And no longer jealousy.
Clearly I am getting old
If the day seems right for working
And time lost is wasted
And no longer savoured.
Clearly I am getting old
If first thoughts seem inadequate
And inspiration must be worked
And not dashed off carelessly.
Clearly I am getting old:
Because there is so much to do,
And time is short,
And expectation has given way to hope,
And what I know most is what I do not know.
10 hours ago
4 comments:
This made me very thoughtful.
That's a compliment. Not much written on the internet these days makes me thoughtful. Very little, in fact.
This made me very thoughtful, too. Which is a feat. Because I am incredibly thoughtless.
Good one, and one I can relate to. This line especially caught my attention - 'And expectation has given way to hope'
Made me thoughtful too. And turned an already sombre mood even sombrer. Is that what poetry is supposed to do?
I think in my case, hope has given way to desperation.
I wish I had a sombrero.
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