I Don't Know Yet
You would think by now
I would know what to say
And what to do
I seem so competent
And yet, there are no answers
To the questions that I'm told
Like why do people grow so old?
How come we fail and illness grows
Unstoppable in those who in their prime
Were so unstoppable themselves?
And why is it when you're growing old
There's this face that stares at you
When you brush your teeth and put on makeup
Some say looks ridiculous and yet
You know that others said so long ago
Made you look beautiful
Or was it just the music and the drink?
What makes small babies grow into men
Who have burdens bigger than their souls
And who says women become boring
When diapers and school pictures are we're told
All they think about
They don't, oh lord, I hope
Don't you see the handsome man
The gorgeous girl
When you see the looking glass?
Haven't you heard the voices
Of years ago
Still laughing at your silly jokes
And boasting to the world
How much they're going to change it
And the glimmer of the eye
Of the one who sat beside you hoping
Perhaps you were the one
I don't know yet.
All I know is
That being you is the best you can ever be
That beauty lives in music and in poetry
That children are your greatest love
And the very ones who can truly break your heart
That our seniors are ourselves tomorrow
Who still dance with fury in their dreams
And curse the pains that ache them in the day
And say, if I could do it over again,
But change a thing? Would they?
How times have changed
A hug, a simple word of faith
A cheerful voice on the telephone
A simple gesture
A word of praise
They're still the same, as always
Fodder for a growing soul
We're always growing
What direction does it take?
Bitter, happy, gentle, kind
Cheerful, sadly, simply
It's up to you
Why is the sky blue
That I know
The rest, forgive me
I simply just
Don't know yet.
ęC. M. Harris Davies, 28/9/99