When One Is Nearing Eighty
New, strange openings
Among the closings.
Eccentricity;
Approval and esteem.
Fear of death, but loss of fear –
Ever nearing understanding of the dying
And accepting.
Few opinions, no opinion –
All opinions having worth;
Judgment gone.
It’s all one wealth.
You, in short are leaving earth
Relatively soon
Leaving earth to earthlings
And their generation.
Still, you’re far from free-complete.
Even you know that.
And hoping that you’ll live to conquer
Every trait that keeps you back
From fullness.
When One Is Nearing Eighty 12.31.2012/2013
Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Reality;
I Is Always We Is You;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 