“When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth.” Sarah Teasdale Pulitzer Prize-winning, 20th-century American poet.
Yes. Many of us are older but wiser. What about Williams’ Sweet Bird of Youth? What have we lost?
It just doesn’t feel the same awakening in the morning. I just don’t spring from the mattress. It’s a process, not a single act.
Youth meant running, smoothly responding to a well-hit tennis ball, and, even, now and then, hitting a backhand down the line with margin at full tilt. I can only find that joy again in my mind’s eye.
As much as I enjoy the peace and calm of retirement, there are days I miss the swift, noisy days of yore. Yes “yore.” That’s a time long, long ago.