In age we become posts, and older yet,
quite stationary: what's mistakenly
viewed by the up-and-coming younger set,
if impolitely, as senility.
But rather should the values of our world
be honed down in that later scrutiny
that age affords, as nothing but the whirl-
igig that saps our spontaneity,
which, dwindling, leaves us where we were before:
mistakes, achievements, curiously are past,
and only life comes knocking at the door,
quite literally, till the heartbeats last.
In age, we get a glimpse of what life is,
that next to death, a breath away - it's this.