Young

Young

 

I’m old

By others standards

Experience

And a life lived

Apparently

 

I dispute my years

I don’t fit the new

My gauge isn’t set the same

How you feel

Is what really matters

 

I see adverts for new

and young poets

I am now silenced

In what I write

Apparently

 

But through my life

I have done great things

Helped heal a child

So many children

Over the years

 

Spoken to the soul

Of another

And another

Urged a smile

And reinstalled hope

In so many

 

 

I have never been silent

I live with my eyes

Wide open

Listening.

 

RAC.