University of Aging, a poem by Charlie Bottle at Spillwords.com
Emily Carr (Shoreline)

University of Aging

University of Aging

written by: Charlie Bottle

@CharlieBottle

 

 

“The artist himself may not think he is religious,
but if he is sincere his sincerity in itself is religion.”
– Emily Carr (Dec 13, 1871 – Mar 2, 1945)

 

Ever since, time blithely enrolled me,
in the University of Aging,
I’ve taken a class in sincerity,
to understand the doublespeak raging.

In conversations of daily life,
few say what they mean, or mean what they say,
truth and honesty are sparse, and lies are rife,
while most folks wish old people would go away.

Like kids at the beach,
they run sand through their hands,
each grain’s a story they don’t understand,
or care for sidestepping crabs that preach.

Meanwhile, evening clouds slowly limp away
catching the sun’s light at the end of the day,
and stay, as the stars come out to play,
then to watch dawn’s sun begin its ride to make hay.

The winds of change, change directions,
and polar shifts are stirred by strong opinions.
Polaris stays true in night skies, unfazed by shifting tides,
Apollo throws back his hoary head and in his chariot rides.

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