After Ten Years
(Reunion with a young friend)
'I'm 78,' I told him. (I was, then.)
(Reunion with a young friend)
'I'm 78,' I told him. (I was, then.)
He was amazed. Nevertheless
he said, of some hinted, unspecified woes:
'I'll tell you later. Plenty of time.'
Just how much time do you imagine
I've got? I questioned silently.
Off he went again, always the traveller.
Time runs on. The silence lengthens.
I often think the same thing........i so relate!
ReplyDeleteBest not to think about it, Rosemary - it's probably not important. Ten minutes, ten days, months or years - time is only a human concept. I aim to enjoy the now. :)
ReplyDeleteBack for another read. How much time indeed? I silently ask that of my children, with their busy lives, who put off phone calls and visits for some Tomorrow down the road.
ReplyDeleteAs it is said "Youth is wasted on the young". However I am not sure whether being like "Mork" from Ork is any better starting off old and gradually getting younger!
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly poignant, Rosemary!❤️ While none of us know how much time we have left in this world... I hope yours is content, healthy and peaceful. Love and hugs to you!❤️
ReplyDeleteEven the young don't always have all the time they expected. Carpe diem.
ReplyDeletePerhaps he's right, there's still plenty of time for both of you.
ReplyDeleteamazing short poem, stops one in his tracks and makes him ponder.
I wonder if the drama half-hinted was forgotten the next day, only to be tracked across all the interactions had prior to the forgetting. *hides behind chair* Guilty of that, sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI think, if it's important it has to be told at once...
ReplyDeleteNever waste it by waiting.
The last year of my mother's life, with a sense of foreboding/foreseeing, I would say to myself cherish this moment, tell your mother, etc. I am glad I did .
ReplyDeleteHaha... time to saddle the horse...
ReplyDeleteYou painted a clear picture.
ZQ
Yes. It's hard for some people to think of our demise, or theirs. I think they wish if they keep moving death won't catch up. But, we're wiser than that aren't we?
ReplyDeleteI'm all about doing it now, since no one knows what tomorrow will bring (or not). I can totally relate with the tone of incredulity and mild exasperation of the speaker.
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you for 'hearing' the tone perfectly.
DeleteWhat a cliffhanger! I want him to tell now.
ReplyDeleteThe endless time of space goes passing by, this time around.
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