Should we consider

the thoughts of blooming lilies

as base poetic license?

~

Perhaps not the thoughts

of lilies but the thoughts of

 my  blooming fellow poet…

And what are these aches?

Pains to plague remaining days?

Trophies of bygone triumphs?

~

Tender testaments,

these aches and pains – trophies that

 only the living can hold.

~

Now that you’ve passed through

fifty’s door what have

you found on the other side?

~

Mostly, more of the

same that greeted forty’s door,

except with more aches and pains.

When our children stand

to toddle away, do we

chase after or watch them go?

~

Where we see toddlers

they see young adults who wish

we’d see their maturity.