Philosophical edifices

 

So many edifices
have been built
some simple
barely a small room
with a single latticed window
looking outside
at life's puzzle

others,

tall, intricate, all imposing
trying to reach the heavens,

that us on the street
rushing to the subway
chasing destinations everyday
can’t hope to ever climb.

They all tell us how to live
an equanimous life
and yet, we suffer
to put it all together
and take a slow walk
on the dew laden grass
that I can see
looking outside
the stained glass window.

Little did I know

 

One day
a hair turned gray
and I said
there no need to worry
or go hurry hurry
there is plenty of life
with a wonderful wife
if you cannot eat all that candy
it is just dandy
there will always be
another day handy,

but,

little did I know
that there will come a point
marked along
the line of time
when there be aches
in most of my joints
and all I will get to eat
is a mouthful of pills, and
a bowl of greens
sprinkled with
some olive oil,
and some thyme.

Do not ignore that first gray hair

One day I saw a hair
turn gray
and I just said -
meh, there are still
so many more
eons to live…

…years passed,
and lost in their hustle
I didn't even see
that meh morph into
patches of sea grass
sprinkled across
my scalp.

Eons, they are no longer there
waiting to be lived,
there never were,
I just had not realized
that the gray hair
was trying to tell me
a secret that
time passes by, and life,

it does end. 

Clint Eastwood

There are endings that mimic
Clint Eastwood's eyes caressing
a distant sunset
not quite knowing
where to head next,
holding persona of a lone warrior
of a self that is serene, and yet,
somewhat sad,
saying adieu to the past, and saddling up

to head west.