As we grow older, comes an impression of unsuitability,
We feel we have become unfit for inhabiting this place.
Compared to the inflamed spark thrown by a younger consciousness,
The sullen swirl of the aging person looks desperately pale.
If they remain allowed around, it is because they have stopped inspiring
The wonders naturally blazing from a greener heart.
From this weak impact, the aging man,
Staying afloat on the backwash,
Is taught by the deepest gulfs of the Ocean
About time and beyond
He has now learned to inhale the wealth of the moment.
And enters a realm of wisdom
A youth whirled by the winds of sensations,
Can never begin to guess.
See also : Behind the Smile of the Old Man (2)
Franck Joseph
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