The place where I write may have to change.
A soft couch for a hard chair I must exchange.
Age hardens the bone more than the sight.
Age does not dull the urge to set things right.
Except…
Age questions all sense of reality.
It doubts what right seems to be.
Age moves faster the longer it goes.
It upsets the cart full of all we know.
Age unsettles from head to toe.
We see higher up and deeper below.
Age quickens and shakes our stability.
It makes us question who we will be
in an uncertain future coming so fast
we wonder how much longer we shall last.
Age keeps reminding us we cannot fall;
not our selves, nor our country, no one at all.
So we march for a future, a future unclear and unsure.
Bravely, because we have done this many times before.
Are we wisely foolish, or foolishly wise ?
The fact we don’t know is no surprise.
So, I get up off the soft couch, and drop the pen.
Time to go march, one by one step, together again.
annarino writes 