Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Octogenarians



I am part of a gaggle of octogenarians
Do I have them?
They cannot be had
Do they have me?
Again, not really.

Roles: parent, child
Ferment and meld
The old bond: love
Is the only one that held

80, 90 years our short human chance
To see sprouts from seeds we sow
Our rain and sun are kindness
Without which nothing good can grow.