At 91

There is still a time when beauty matters

Not just the ancient sequoia

Blinded by a statuesque young lady

Or the innocent doll-faced baby

But I sense an inner feeling of joy

Of freedom, possibility and eternal future

 

Amazing now, at ninety-one years

I am gifted with similar pleasures

From morning to night each moment is more precious

Life is still full of possibilities!

A colorful parade is still spectacular and ageless

Aware, sadly that dumb wars, killings and injustice are here

 

My theater on life’s stage is still exciting

Entertaining, full of visions and vigor

Each morsel I taste is exquisite

Each bird’s trill is amusing and touching

I’m still amazed at the constant newness

Consumed with the screen, phone, messages

 

Repeatedly grateful for a sensual touch of  love

Pathos and temporary pains are soon erased

My world is so magical and marvelous

I must still absorb, witness and comment upon all

For I know time is fleeting, like rapids below a bridge

 

Yes I sense the excitement in my bones

The rusty brown branches outside

Get up, relieved, leaving the bathroom with a smile

Snow peaked mountain scenes or tropical beaches with maidens on TV

Or even the stillness before the funeral service begins

Here I am, a witness, a participant

 

So you see, even at ninety-one all is still worthwhile