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.