"Second Chances and Silly Me"

Hands

I

When there are no more hands 

to hold mine

And the journey is still long

I may be alone, perhaps not

I may forget, sometimes

It will not be about hanging on

It will not be about slipping into

It will be ageing consciously.

II

Path of life runs long

sometimes rough

Walk, sway or swagger

Ageing can walk alone

unafraid, confident

when fears not death

When fancy beckons

Answer it, take it

Sweet butterfly life

Age is bloom

when years age 

with grace.

III

I will learn

Even now, I will learn

as I move on

Day to day

Gratitude and humility

to guide

Too much thinking

Too much care

A living lost

Lone heart

Lone one

Never lone spirit

As far as heart can hold

As far as dream will lead

Let it, freely.

IV

Living the real age

Living the truth

Lies hurt

Truth be told

Truth be bold

Purity of intent

By design I weave

and evolve

in the cycle of life

What’s tear, what’s rust

Gems or dregs

Impressions of age

This is my story

What is yours?

No explanation required.

V

When the journey is still long

I will seek colours

to live well, to live full.

Will there be hands to hold mine

Will there be hands to break

stumbles and falls

I may forget

I may be alone

Who will hold my hand?

I will remember I can reach out first.