And a new poem about getting old

 I’m Getting Old

 

I’m getting old

I miss my mother and my  father

I miss sitting in front of the television set in the den

With my parents and my brother all close together

On the green sofa, bodies touching

Laughing at some program I don’t recall

I don’t feel old, I feel fine

I’m still quick on the singles court

I get up early and work a long day

My Darling and I still dance for hours

We still get tangled up in each other at night

We travel as we wish, there’s really nothing we cannot do

And I’m happy my kids are now adults

Creating their own offspring, their own lives

Yet, fuck, there is that inescapable sense

Of aging out of this young world

Perhaps we will be the lucky ones, slow to decay

Perhaps not

I thought I had lusted so when I was young

But it’s now that I find myself

Greedy for more of what my life

Has yet to offer

 

Ezriel Kornel

Feb.20, 2025