A Lifetime is Too Long

Sixteen is the age to write poetry

You’re fearless and alone at night

You know your enemy

When you’re sixty there have been

Too many lovers

Too much living, too many scenes

Your words and thoughts finessed

By tenderness

By experience, by bitterness

A lifetime is too long to tell one story

There’s time enough to re engage

To reach an end as satisfactory

To step out on another stage

Blinking in some other glory

Shrug off the puzzlement and rage

Those other things fade with the night

Gain true perspective

Its going to be all right.