Brian’sPoems

The Idea of Growing Old

When the foul smell and immense weight
of this present moment overwhelms,
nothing becomes more urgent
to the young and the aged alike,
than the idea of growing old.

The youth seek remedy
in the accumulation of years,
and their naïve certainty that time
and the amassing of great wealth
will buy them peace of mind.

The old are rarely aware
of just how old they’ve become,
nor that time is circular,
bending beyond the horizon of their knowing.
Thus they continue searching,
certain all the answers are waiting
just over the next hill.

Somewhere between youth and old age
sits a thorny bed deep in a dark forest.
With nowhere else to go
we fall into a deep sleep
oblivious to all the actualities
of being young and becoming old.