True to Age

Laziness

like mossy rock

lies heavy,

Fear

like wet earth

sits deep;

Another day passes.

Monday, November 19, 2012

“Running water is never stale and a door-hinge never gets eaten by worms.”

No accolade, no applause;

Only a warm bed

laughter at the table

and freedom of choice –

Life has been good.

Gathers blossoms

In every cell

In every nook.

“They ask ‘What make you happy’

And I answer ‘A field of flowers

to make me gentle,

A few kind words

to keep me warm,

The mountains, sky and sea

to help me look beyond and far

and people, all sorts of people

to keep me alive.’

And they ask ‘What then make you sad’

And I say ‘For now I am happy,

I do not know sadness,

I have forgotten what is sadness.’”