Not so young anymore.
Full of itself, Youth
had the freshness of exuberant folly.
But not yet old enough to escape the gravity.
Age will eventually etch its lines
of more settled resignation.
Still young enough to have dreams.
To feel the passion of the experience;
to gladly offer up the effort
for the achievement.
Yet old enough to know
that dreams take time and courage.
And courage suffers its lonely share
A reluctant silence born of knowing
that not everything needs to be said;
Not everyone needs to understand.
Life does need to be lived
in the suddenness of its arrival.
Life itself gives the lesson.
I hear its words more acutely
when their other listeners arise.
Old enough to hear that listening itself
is the greater gift,
the wiser way.