Once I was seven years old,
seven years old,
wide blue eyes full of questions.
Once I was seven years old,
all of life ahead,
confusing and exciting.
Soon I will be seventy years old,
seventy years old,
no more questions,
lots of knowing.
Soon I will be seventy years old,
looking back at all the turnings
in the highway.
How can I be seventy years old,
seventy years old,
when my heart feels so much younger?
How can I be seventy years old?
So many stories
still waiting to be told,
and the past all tinged,
in memory,
with gold.
A rough stab at Kerry's prompt at Real Toads on Day 12: to take inspiration from the song Seven Years Old (which is so cool!) by Lukas Graham.
Love this Sherry and at almost 65 I'm right there with you.
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry this is soo beautiful :D and yes our hearts always stay young! xo
ReplyDeleteWow! That is some achievement! I can't think of you as any specific age, just ageless and filled with wisdom of experience.
ReplyDeleteDitto
DeleteThis is beautiful Sherry… I am only 52, perhaps when I am older and wiser like you (should I be blessed to live so long) I will not have so many questions… but for now they arise and arise and I am grateful searching for answers or simply sitting with the questions open and wild mystery. Time is such a strange and slippery concept/construct(?) Also mysterious, beyond comprehension.
ReplyDeleteGold tinged stories of a life lived gloriously. I love your poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteStill a lot of questions and fire in you Sherry ~
ReplyDeleteFrom a tree's perspective, humans never get old no matter what.
ReplyDeleteI know just how you feel, inside we stay the same and each year the mirror image is a surprise. I love the last lines, me ories tinged in cold :-)
ReplyDeleteI felt like this when I was turning thirty...LOL
ReplyDeleteI love your take on this! (Was not so mad about the song myself, with a man approaching 60 as if it was elderly!)
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of seventy, it's so much better than seven. So few questions to ask, and no one tells you to wash your hands before leaving the bathroom,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Time flies...I turned 65 in February and the me inside doesn't feel it. So grateful for those years.
ReplyDeletealways, when thinking of my aging especially my body, i try to reflect upon what i've read by so many wise people that...we are so fortunate to have walked on this earth for this long. so many don't get this privilege. too many are taken or leave too soon. i wonder being that i have lived this many years in this experience, when i pass into the other realm, will the expanse of the follow on experience be larger?
ReplyDeletewonderful reflective write, mi amiga
I'm coming up on my 44th in a couple of weeks and wonder how I got here too!
ReplyDeleteReally wonderful poem--love the repetitions--know the feelings, which you have well-described. k.
ReplyDeleteOh.. I think we need to still have questions... answers always give rise to more questions.
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteIt is so that way isn't it Sherry. I want to hear so many more golden stories from you! I cannot believe you are almost 70!! You look amazing...your young heart matches your younger smile!
ReplyDeleteSherry, I agree....how can you be 70 years old!!!!! Life passes so fast, and one really does not feel the age.
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