At the age of 62, Jack asked himself
the ageless questions: how should I live
my life? What must I give,
and what will I take?
For it seemed to him
that the things people called most holy
rested solely
on a rejection of the world,
a vague longing
for some perfect person, some perfect thing
that would bring
them peace, happiness.
Here, on this earth
after 62 years,
all his fears
converged
and he wondered
what was worthy, what was true,
what matters at 62.
Can we know?
Sonny Rainshine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-age-of-innocence/
