The Gift of Age

Jean Hutter

Jean Hutter

It is the gift of age
to see liabilities as assets
To learn in hours of sleeplessness
the fine art of daydreaming in the dark
To master in the hours of industry
the infantile ability to nap
And without apology

It is the gift of age
to practice inconsistency
To eat a slice of pie for breakfast
and save the scrambled egg for midnight
To liberally argue for conservatism
while advocating socialism
And all apolitically

It is the gift of age
to live unselfconsciously
To take some new love home daily
and never worry about the matrimony
To rail at the folly of all religion
while praying constantly
With true sincerity

It is the gift of age
to accept one’s mortality
To know the one planting the seed
may not be the same one at the harvest
To find the sunrise in each sunset
moonstruck all the while
In total sobriety

“I’m not confused. I’m just well mixed” ~ Robert Frost


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Gift of Age

  1. welcome to geezerhood


  2. John says:

    True freedom.


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