THE GOOD OLD YOUNG
They hold on to life
Like some leaves tend to do
On winter deadened trees
That once were
Splendidly green.
They resist the iciness
Of the gray winter
By feigning warmth
In gloved hands
And layer upon layer
Of clothing.
They seek inclusion,
But often reject it
For fear of impeding
The activity of others.
They listen, observe
And look again,
Inwardly judging,
But then only sighing
With abject resignation.
They are the aged,
The old that were young,
The good old young
That cling to life.
THE GOOD OLD YOUNG was published by the Lighthouse, 2006.
Clyde L. Borg is a retired high school teacher and administrator. He has been writing nonfiction and poetry since 1998. Some of his work has appeared in The Rambler, History Magazine, Vox Poetica
and Fate Magazine. He resides in Fords, New Jersey.
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