But for one skill set
Bitterly lost from medical causes
But for my body’s vibrancy
Lost from age
I feel better and better in time’s passing
An ancient tree grows high and wide
I know heights, now
I never knew in youth
The breadth of my awareness
Expanded and expands still from youth’s constrictions
The young’s flash and intensity of passion
Have calmed, calming me, contenting my present
My measured gait is not due to decrepitude
I carry the weight of my awareness,
Thoughts, contentedness, purpose, perceptions
Measuring my stride through life
Enraptured in the valley-view of my past
The mysterious ascending current flowing toward my future
In the present’s contented, open mentation
David Fekete 