We of a generation
have lost track of days
The joy in our hearts
tells you we are
ten years younger;
our passion, fifteen
years younger
than the years
would mislead you.
But look close
and you may see
little lines along the wrist
across the heel
about the eyes
a bit of weight and
a soul too heavy
with life's sorrow,
children born
children lost.
I can only say,
though we have lived
we have learned
and choose
to own the years
that they may not own us.
