journey

journey

 

 

 

i look at your grizzled face

and see miles of life

your unkempt hair, residuals

of the reckless abandon of age

as it risks the judgement of others

before the judgement that counts

 

you sit back in the chair

close your eyes and dream of mountains in the skies

that are to come,

 

a wise figure, with the wisdom a bit dimmed

but deep inside,

still resides

that wit of heart

no number of miles can lessen.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/30/16

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... This seems like a poem for dreamers.
Mountains are for young people to climb.
Dreamers are for escaping to the clouds above
where angels play harps and sing of aging as
if it were a destination like Disney World.
truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pat...i really appreciate this take...opens new doors for me in reflecting on this writing.

j.

[Terpsichore]

This could have been written for my father.

He is just three months shy now of his three score year and ten, but the miles matter not.

I compliment you on your insight. T

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my dad is 96 now...and living at my sister's---tough situation with her...and she seems to be in between us, unfortunately...but i appreciate your sharing about your dad.

it's a journey, for sure.

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

how sublime the encouragement i receive from this poem ... one hopes to retain as much hope and memories as one can in the gathering dim ;) and to receive respect as well ...respect for the sage in us all ..but especially toward the waning days .. really like this one jacob .. its a keeper ... it lifts my heart :)
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, E.---glad you saw the positives.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I can feel the sage spreading out across the horizon. I felt right at home within these words.

A beauty Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for relating, Al...

j.

[Zugzwang]

Hey man, you just made me want to be old.
Now thats cool.
Z.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

don't get there too fast, my friend. thanks for your words,

j.

[softlyfall]

The very old are as pure as newborns.
There us an exquisite beauty that is theirs and theirs alone.
They know.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and there is someone who i hope really knows that....he deserves to.

thank you so much...this poem, pretty emotional for me.

[Carolynn]

I love that even with a few miles behind you, you're still dreaming of mountains or adventures yet to come. It's kind of cool that our thoughts don't age - just the shell that encompasses them. Perhaps that's what helps get to the other side :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Carolynn
j.

[...]

When we are young, we dream of what we wish to become, not knowing who we are. When we are old, we still dream of what we wish to become, but with a certain knowing what we are, and with the added gift of wisdom, in laughter, we abandon the struggle, remembering the journey of it all. Life is a dream and there are many dreams to come.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what terrifically insightful words, lynn....thank you for your visit..and what you say...absolutely true...we still dream, the dreams get a bit shakier.

j.

[justdandy]

This is extraordinary. Age... something that everyone fears. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Dana.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

No matter how old a person is, dreams need not die. Sense of humor need not disappear. Does the judgement of others really matter? Only if we allow it to. A respect for the elderly runs through this one. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we should never lose that sense of humor...my dad dreams a lot i am sure, because my sister says he sleeps most of the time---
almost trapped in dreams...
thank you for your insightful words,
j.