"Eighty-Something" took second place in Time of Singing Winter 2011/2012 Contest, "It's a Wonderful Life."
Eighty-Something
After "coming into Eighty" by May Sarton
I think I shall live to be eighty-something--
I've seen how loath old poets are to leave.
Stick-figures in wind-puffed sleeves
staring down an ocean of words unsaid,
languishing for want of naming things
to others and themselves.
I've seen them piping like shore birds
on finding half-buried in the sand
a bottle thrown into a river at flood stage,
a bottle, for all I know, bearing the words:
Write the vision, and make it plain.
For all the times time has hurried me
I think I shall live to worry time along.
Already half-past the wakefulness of noon,
I'd like to live to sleep-in, sleep-off poems,
live until lines in my face story forth,
live long enough to give away whatever
to whomever I please and be the richer for it.
I'll say goodbye but once--and that at the gate.
You can, if you like, watch me out of sight.
--BS
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