the last part of his journey
Posted: January 31st, 2015, 7:45 pm
as a culture we treat old age as if it were an illness
and we forget history even though we are made to re-live it
where we borrow from the past the ideologies of the present
and pray we never get old
only to live as if there was no tomorrow
and as time goes by
in the wilderness of an empty vineyard
we remember to forget
all that we have learned
to travel over the same road again
across the delta
and through the desert
to arrive in the unknowable future
of where we once laid our heads
upon the grass and meadow
to rekindle old spirits
and to turn ourselves into dust
and the leaves that have fallen
seem only to blow away into a distant place
as he reaches forward in an attempt
to assimilate the past
as an echo in the forest
he finds his hands empty
and his body frail
leaving him the meager knowledge
of where he has been
and only to continue on without him
and we forget history even though we are made to re-live it
where we borrow from the past the ideologies of the present
and pray we never get old
only to live as if there was no tomorrow
and as time goes by
in the wilderness of an empty vineyard
we remember to forget
all that we have learned
to travel over the same road again
across the delta
and through the desert
to arrive in the unknowable future
of where we once laid our heads
upon the grass and meadow
to rekindle old spirits
and to turn ourselves into dust
and the leaves that have fallen
seem only to blow away into a distant place
as he reaches forward in an attempt
to assimilate the past
as an echo in the forest
he finds his hands empty
and his body frail
leaving him the meager knowledge
of where he has been
and only to continue on without him
