Hey, Who Said...A Poem by Odin RoarkAt times, the world seems bent on just complaining, especially those with some years behind them. Staying "conscious" dictates there's no time to b***h about some ache in one's a*s, head, or heart. Ag
Hey, Who Said...
It was going to be easy Getting over the time When running over mountains to the beach was a Sunday jaunt Giving Time permission to go in the wrong direction Honoring past marriages as prep school Letting go of offspring you’d rather continue parenting Smiling during yearly physicals Ignoring check-out-stand gossip After all Getting older isn’t everyone’s cup of escape Remember Experience is unavoidable Do-overs for past mistakes unredeemable Immortality unattainable (for now) No… Listening and hearing one hand clapping Smiling at Socratic irony’s revealing wink Really learning what you thought you knew You bet Growing up has its advantages So What’s the end game Such a cheery cliché: "it’s not over ‘til it’s over" Yet Some hasten that sundown Many can’t wait for aged nightmares to end Others awake each day…alive…WTF Lace up the Nikes Trot the run to the beach Jump in the ocean naked Poker-face the “aghast” expressions Touch the package knowing Frigid or not Here I come I’m still alive But I digress Easy it all is When Mind’s clock takes leave Embracing Einstein-Rosen’s bridge Making personal the wormhole Private solace with the Now Yes Somebody did invent “Who said it was going to be easy?” But I think they knew Grist for the mill knows no deadline That wisdom isn’t a trophy That Descartes knew something Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum That some of us retort i sum vivens ergo sum That octogenarians marker Knowing alive is better than dead Accepting years are merely piss and vinegar Waiting to be tested Bring it on! HEY, WHO SAID… © 2013 Odin Roark |
StatsAuthorOdin RoarkTalent, ORAboutBackground in NY/LA entertainment and arts, Now Novelist/Poet/Humanist. Two novels published: ECHOSIS, 3 WAY MIRROR. Poems published in "Said and Unsaid" Vol 1. In 2012 - 2 volumes of my poetry were.. more..Writing
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