Lately, I've been reading some poems about old age. A large number are painful, angry or sad. And then there is this one:
Youth, large, lusty, loving - youth full of grace, force, fascination,
Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace,
force, fascination?
Day full-blown and splendid - day of the immense sun, action,
ambition, laughter,
The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and
restoring darkness
- Walt Whitman 1819-1892
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Stroppy: Losing Things
Youth, large, lusty, loving - youth full of grace, force, fascination,
Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace,
force, fascination?
Day full-blown and splendid - day of the immense sun, action,
ambition, laughter,
The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and
restoring darkness
- Walt Whitman 1819-1892
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Stroppy: Losing Things