AGED

Photo by Frankhie Muthumbi

Like a fine wine,
I would like to grab hold,
Of my passing days,
And with grace, mature,

Let the seasons,
Wash over my months,
And like I hope it would me,
Teach the earth its colour,

Like the leaves on a tree,
I will let my worries be,
See, this is not a testimony,
For me, it’s reality,

I will shake the dew,
Off my fingertips,
Because although they shine,
I’m trying to reach the skies,

Peace, find me,
The deeper I dig my roots,
Into everything I am,
If only to ground me,

Strength, find me,
The wider I spread my branches,
I believe one day,
It would mean something,

And should the day come,
When I wilt away to nothing but bone,
Let me remain standing,
Like a pillar of hope,

Let the children say,
I learnt so much,
When I used to play,
Under that aged tree,
~Frankhie