If I am old, it is because I was young.
If my muscles ache, it is because they were firm
If my eyes blur and strain, it is because they seen plenty
My skin is wrinkled
And annotated with lines and spots and rings
But only because I have walked beneath sunny skies
And bathed in the chilly salty sea
My fingers are gnarled and knobby
Because I held on real tight
Every time, even when it did not matter
My steps falter and my bones creak up the stairs
The same stairs now worn weary from years of my steps
I have grown and lost, filled to the brim
And burst
I have sulked, talked, worked and been shocked
I have laughed and cried, cursed and smiled
I have made my bed with flour and flowers
The flour baked me a pastry, crunchy and sublime
The flowers
Roses, pretty and prickly with thorns that tore
At my skin as I made sweet love under the handsomest stars
I have lived
It matters not how long I have walked the earth
It doesn’t
It oughtn’t
It won’t
But
It matters how long a second lasts that I have lived
It does
It ought
It will
It is folly to measure time by the weight of it
Because as the sands fritter down, vacuum in their wake
Eons and centuries skitter through, and to their heels take
The beauty of the moment
Is the true measure of time
The beauty of now
The pleasure of the present second
Pleasure that stretches its tick to last a whole day
Let me live, truly live for just that second
One second that will deny me fear of the future
One second that will not worry for the long gone past
Let me live for just that second
Let me live as best as I can
As long as I will
Let me live until I die
THIS IS THE 50TH POST ON ‘WORDS ARE WORK’ AND MY GRATITUDE TO YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL, TOLERANT AND RELENTLESS READERS COULDN’T POSSIBLY BE MEASURED. ONCE UPON A TIME, I WOULD NEVER HAVE IMAGINED…I MEAN, WHO WOULDA THOUGHT?!!
I CHOOSE TO CELEBRATE THIS 50TH POST WITH A TRIBUTE TO ALL MEMBERS OF OUR SOCIETY AGED 50+…
with all the moons and skies you have lived through, my prayer for you is that the labors of your youth may not be in vain. Amen.
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50 already?!!!! How time flies. May I witness ur 100th, 1000 th,10000 th posts and even more. Welldone bro. More ink to ur pen.
Wow! That’s a solid prayer oh! Thanks boss…and AMEN!
Congrats on ur 50th post. It was lovely.
Thank you, Asa 😉 We aim to please
Congrats on your 50th post! That has whizzed on by. I am a few posts from my 50th too. 🙂
What a beautiful piece of writing to celebrate.
Well written and inspiring – great work!
It has, hasn’t it? 🙂 Thank you, Amanda…I’ll be there to celebrate your 50th with you, God willing. And you’d better be popping some champagne
You’re welcome!
Of course I’ll be popping that champagne – it would be rude not to! 🙂
Have a nice day!
This is so beautiful and to say this is the 50th post. How time flies. Congratulations. May ur ink never run dry.
Thank you, Jay…your own support sef dey scatter my head. Nearly on every post. Thank you!!!
A very 9ce piece… Congrats man! expecting more.
🙂 Thanks aplenty, brother. And there will be more…by His grace
Congrats, u’re doing great. Jísíe-ìke
Thank you, baba. 🙂
Thank you, baba. 🙂
beautiful… but I didn’t read it because my phobia is getting old
Lol. Hehehe…you should try real life sometime 😉
Chisom
a very nice poem.
I’ll live to enjoy every second cos, i’ll be a youth, but for a while
You got it, bro. Thank you for reading and liking
Bro first leme just say I love this…congrats.
the poetry here is deep I must confess…I give a standing ovation to that.
*bows* Thank you, sir
I love this, can I please reblog it on my blog. I will give all credit to your blog. It is too beautiful not to share. Thanks Linny
Well, you may then! Lol…i’m honored, Linny. Be sure to send me a link…thanks
Thank you so much. I will put your link on my blog.Cheers from Australia. Have a lovely weekend.
Reblogged this on Linny J Creations and commented:
I loved this poem by Chisom. Old age is a gift from God, that some never get a chance to live.
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Thank you, Linny…humbled
Very thought provoking, I enjoyed your 50th post! Thank you. 🙂
And am I glad you did. Thank YOU, Jules