[Old Sarge]

I am old.
I accept Time, that friend who has
walked at my side
for this century past.

My step might be slow,
my stride a shuffle now,
youthful purpose now changed for
keeping my balance.

But I am a library - that's right,
a storehouse for memories of things
you'll not see in your time.

I have seen clipper ships, and aeroplanes,
and ice cream socials with
pretty Gibson Girls,
giggling at the table next to me.

I know glory, and gloom,
despair, and desire,
and all you have to do, is ask me.

But the first thing that goes, is your hearing,
because no one will speak to you.

[Soaring Feather]

What is old?
A number?
What does it mean
at 50 years we don't love?
I will never be old
to believe I cannot love
is the end...
I will never be old.

[snippy_about_it]

You two are writing beautifully tonight. Thanks.