Only Old People
Just a bit of wisdom
I spent the day watching lifetime movies, and remembering my Aunt Eileen, age 100, who recently passed away. She was intelligent, witty, sharply dressed, and made delicious chicken and dumplings. I will miss her. So here is a poem inspired by the theme of age and the wisdom that comes with it.
Only Old People
They say only old people watch birds at dawn, or sit by quiet rivers as time passes on.
And only old people drink tea without rush, or find joy in the silence, and peace in the hush.
Only old people tell tales of old, of gardens and trees, and of moments that float like leaves on the breeze.
Only old people know life’s subtle art, or the feel of the sunlight and the hum of a heart.
Yes, they walk a bit slower, and see things we miss, like the beauty in stillness, and the grace of a kiss.
So call them old if you must, but respect what they’ve learned, like the treasure of patience, and the wisdom they’ve earned.
For in each line and wrinkle, there’s more than we see, a lifetime of wonder and quiet mystery.
Yes, call them old people, because maybe that’s true, but in their eternal stillness lies something brand new.
