I am getting older,

and so I am supposed

to know something about 

this world and the workings

of life and the coming 

sunset of death that visits

all who get older and 

perhaps look to rewards

beyond the frailty of

this life that steals 

the good away.

 

But rather than being

the wise sage or the all

knowing greying elder, 

I choose instead to be 

curious and wonder about 

the world and its workings 

and the cycles of life and 

death, and the unfolding 

mystery of the universe 

which contains me and is 

all of me, now and until

the final breath of this

fabulously stupid life.

 

17/1/2019