They who grow old, (2024)

You will not know tomorrow,
Though you may try to peer,
To squint far off in time,
Predicting precise, when
All you saw were forms,
Shapes. Not dissimilar
To the ones that surround:
Perhaps a beggar, a thief,
A liar, a charlatan,
A hero or a savior, but
Uncertain. None of them
Could you name true, your
Field of vision, just a
Floating miasma, amorphous,
Vague. So open your eyes,
Raise the lids and look
Out at this day, how much
More there is, to now,
And how simply forgotten,
When trying to scry,
Even the next minute.

To know the present,
And see it clearly,
To neither delude,
The self, nor
Others. To be Just,
Moderate, Courageous,
And Wise, is to live,
While we yet live,
With doubt, well.
Be patient, only
Time can tell
Tomorrow true,
“Seize what flees”:
This morning, this hour
These seconds

© SXT 2024