wonderlife

This is the true terror of living
that which the young run from
and the old grimly accept
that work is hard, but not altogether bad
but saps the power to live.

I have not been in angst too much
but then, I have not marveled
I have not been in pain at all
but neither have I wondered

And though the path seems neat and fine
(at least, as today sees it)
I understand old follies mine
a rollercoaster life sings
even if it’s sometimes dissonant

And yet, to tell, I see my shell
and snap it, lest it harden
I will not let the daily bones
a cell or prison be
still wonders to be seen
I must see thoroughly
my prayers to never cease