Although age slags and weakens my body
Though my agility, flexibility grow heavy and stiff
My soul grows, grows light, fills with light
Enlightenment matters more than matter
Wisdom—age’s donation to
This deteriorating flesh—
Grows as powers fail and hours fill
With matters other than those of the body
Other realms than matter suggest
Youth’s vibrant spirit
Returning in other realms when
This matter has had enough and spirit matters
My purpose here fulfilled
My soul outgrown this flesh and bone
This mortal community, camaraderie
As age passes on its lessons
Learning to outgrow life here
David Fekete 