My shadow leaps across the street, <br />And rests upon a slender tree. <br />It’s limbs are bent down in an ark, <br />By some wind song after dark. <br /> <br />His arms can't grasp the moon drenched sky, <br />Yet I guess him twice the age as I. <br />Beneath this sweet metallic light, <br />I count each moment of the night. <br /> <br />And so does he- but without haste, <br />As I romp and bark, then dissipate. <br />For my days are short, full and free, <br />While time- his chains, hang heavily. <br /> <br />I have pondered the tree’s philosophy <br />“Longevity within standing still! ” <br />Yet an anchored life is agony <br />‘Least wisdom be one’s only will. <br /> <br />I’ll take his nature up one day- <br />For now I jump, bleed and play.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-age-19/
