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