by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
Life looks so different
when age is the lens
I have seen enemies
greet each other
as closest of friends.
Love, it seems,
always at odds with time,
making old of the new
and routine of the sublime.
Watching children grow--
that's a way to shorten the day;
looking at old pictures,
the backs of hands
hair turned grey.
Nothing looks the same
when looked back into
or back towards,
or with a view of regret
or fate--
If age is the reason
for a look at life
you're ten years too late.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016