Eighty-Four Is Just a Number

 

A number poem for an 84-year-old who is still possessed of childish wonder:

 

Eighty-four is just a number.

It means but little to the soul.

Granted, yes, the body knows

How much one's mechanism slows.

The years of toil take their toll,

Yet the child's still full of wonder.

 

For is the tree no more than lumber?

One is still one, both young and old.

Unchanged by change, one comes and goes,

Root and blossom, branch and bole.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: If You Close Your Eyes, I’m Still with You. By Late Night Feeler. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

 

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