earthly voyages

We are the Trees – J Raymond

I see now, growing old is a luxury.
We ought to focus more on aging gratefully,
 than gracefully.
 Life isn’t a tree we’re meant to carve our
name into the trunk of.
 We are the trees,
 and life leaves its mark upon us.
 My body will betray me
 long before my spirit breaks.
 Each wrinkle, a well-earned reminder of all
 the ways by face wears happiness.
 I’ve lost too many people,
seen enough lights snuffed out early,
to walk these roads begrudgingly.
Or with envy.
Or with anything other than appreciation.
I’ll take every step left affectionately.

When the day comes,
feed the earth our flesh and bones,
knowing that from where we lie
love grows.

Poetry

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