Aging is Art by Vesper Lynd

“Being young is a flaw that goes away by itself and very, very, very quickly” – that’s what my father used to say to me as a kid. Approaching my 50th birthday I can’t help but think how right my father was about so many things…  Where did all that time go?

Seems like it was just yesterday when I wrote my first poem at the age of 6. I dedicated it to my father and he did not like it.  He told me I should never write poetry again…

When he left my mom I was 14 and I was furious.  He said that I will understand it when I am old enough.  It took me about 30 years to understand it and I can only accept it now, at the age of 50 when both my dad and my mom are long gone…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s