Call it what you will – <br />Bird, tree, flower, leaf and bits of sky <br />Everything makes me come alive. <br /> <br />Years ago I would have seen only birds: <br />There was a season then, for trees. <br />Now, at 65, it has covered every available thing. <br /> <br />Once I would have judged every man and thing, <br />Now I hesitate to express: result is I am <br />Indecisive, and lose respect from others, and self. <br /> <br />The blankness within, is that meditation? <br />Feeling matured with doubt always, <br />That it is perhaps simply Alzheimer!<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-growth-or-realization/
