The Boy in the Man

Rogerio Dias

Rogerio Dias

Inside the old man
is the little boy looking
out through tinted lenses
at trees he’d like to climb
at seas he’d like to sail
even as an old man

The little boy inside
has no sense of a heart
part of which can’t pump
lungs quick out of breath
he’s only aware of legs
on the ready to run

See now how the boy
tugs the old man’s hand
saying Come on Let’s go!
yet how self`consciously
the hesitating old man
now distrusts himself

See how middle`age
has sapped the courage
from the old man’s bones
sitting alone on his bench
feeding the pigeon bread
instead of taking flight

“The tragedy of growing old is not
that one is old but that one is young.”
~ Ruth Rendell


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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8 Responses to The Boy in the Man

  1. Morgan says:

    a great reminder that, though the body ages, the Spirit is Forever Youthful :)


  2. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Gosh. Just loved this Peter!


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