To be U at fifteen.
Beautiful
as in full of beauty that is
absense of age
weightless worries, frivolous cares
no sense that wasn't forming
just being 15.
It would be naive
to call it naïveté
yet, misguided more to call it anything but.
Experience
only the shallow end of so deep a ponder
all wet but not that fluid
Beyond what is heard, seen and felt.
Before prejudice
just innocence at fifteen.
To be upon U at twenty seven
You seen @ 27
Reserved
as in served with response that is
gathered by time
encumbersome failures, pocketed hopes
no occurrence that isn't formed
Just being twenty seven
It would be cynical
to call it cynicism
yet more skeptical to call it anything but
Realistic
only the surface of so layered a construct
all fact but not that knowledgeable
beyond what was heard, seen and felt
before conviction
just trial @ 27
To help you @ 64
U dependant at sixty four
Stubborn
as in burning the stub that is
detachment from memory
fragmented thoughts, codified wisdoms
no belief that isn't instilled
just being 64
It would be senile
to call it senility
yet more decrepit still, to call it anything but
Bliss
only the ignorance of so studied an emotion
all oversight but not that inadvertent
beyond what has been heard, seen and felt
Before understanding
just resolve @ 64
Remembering U at eighty two
You eulogized @ 82
Praised
as in raised by prayer that is
commendation without glory
exulted achievements, bemoaned practices
no legacy that isn't fashioned
Just gone at eighty two
It would be serene
to call it serenity
yet more placid still, to call it anything but
Peace
Only the security of so general a state
all finality but not that conclusive
Beyond what is no longer heard, seen and felt
before essence
just spiritual @ 82
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