Some Day: I Guess Time Will Tell

Some day I will be old.
I wonder if I will recognize myself when it happens,
Or if out of the dawn it will just magically create something new
From the person I once was, but will never again be.
And will I then be part of the mystery that aging wraps us in
Before night falls and sends us back to sleep?
I guess time will tell.

Some day I will be old.
And a voice that once was my own
Will speak of things I do not yet know.
Will my words fix all that is broken in this world that is my home?
Or will they go underground where they can barely change their own minds?
Will my elder truth ride gently, or roughshod on those who call my name?
I guess time will tell.

Some day I will be old.
And the meaning of all that I am will encircle me.
And we’ll spin, ever more quickly,
Until all that has ever been in my life takes new shape
And my story spills from from every corner of the rounded vessel
That is my becoming.
Yet, will any who come after bend to hear the song my aging soul would sing?
I guess time will tell.

Some day I will be old.
Will I still be looking forward to what lies ahead,
Eagerly awaiting the rest of this life I’ve created in my own image?
Or will my heart and mind be stuck in reverse,
Reaching only for what I already know to have been in the time of my grasping?
When? How long ago?
I guess time will tell.

Some day I will be old.
Will it be a good day,
A day of finishing what once was started,
And letting go to make room for what comes next?
Or will it be a day of sadness,
Pushing back the unknowns when all that I might know is unknown?
I guess time will tell.

Some day I will be OLD.
I guess time will tell.

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What do you imagine of the time you turn old? What will your time tell? Please, share your thoughts, stories – and poems – here. I love hearing from you.

Keep growing my friend,

Gail

Tagged as: Aging, elder truth, Letting Go, meaning, Old, time