It’s Not Just Youth

Old age ends too,
And may be twice
Or three times as
Short-timed as youth.

You say what you
Want or at least
Love won’t last? Well,
Nor will what you

Did not, don’t want.
You start as what
You’ve been told you
You are. You will

End as what you
Left of what you
Lost of you. All
The rest is youth.

Clocks Are Gods

We made them
To serve us,
Some of us,

Then served them.
As we did
First with words

We do with
Each new tool—
Make new rules.

Your Wise Thoughts

How you feel is how you are
Or were, long as you felt it.
Don’t try to squirm out of this.

We’d like to say it was us—
That what you thought through you were—
And to be sure, we spun it,

But if you felt well, we were
Just the means to say all’s well,
And when you felt sick, we failed.