An Aging Writer's Poem

Climbing mountains, or writing poetry, it all touches on a higher grace. Getting older we become less recklace and fear to put ourselves out there. I truly understand this. Nice and thought provoking. One minor thing: "Use to" should be "used to" Always, Cat

Hi having read this several times, It certainly dose make you think, "BUT" Life is constantly challenging us, So we must find ways of adapting and continue to fight back, On top of Cats points, Needs to be punctuated. Best Regards Peter

I can so relate to this poem.....Things I did in my youth seem so reckless and carefree to me these days.....well I guess my responsibilities are greater now and I have other people to consider besides myself. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Regards, Charles Life is a chess game

It's the growth of 'wisdom,' not the aging process that matters. We see the ancient errors we survived by chance, over the left shoulder, with horror and gratitude to Bellona. And that can--but doesn't have to--color our world grayer and subtler than the world we saw and reveled in while our 'revel functionality' still had full rigor. I like that you picked only the single aspect of one man's history to focus on. That makes the idea 'bite-sized,' not too much to chew in mind, but with some lingering after-tastes that excite further thought, using one's own experiences. E.g., I read in your poem that poetic vision fades; that the senses and the capacity to feel beauty and the divine erode even as one's practical perception becomes skilled and highly sophisticated; that beauty is a little simple-minded, a little foolish; that a wiser poet writes with a drabness that contrasts unfavorably with the brighter work wrought 'back then'? Well, maybe. It could be true. But if I thought so, I'd have to take up another hobby. Therefore my interpretation is off the mark, and something else was meant--and your poem urges me to find that right meaning within myself, and my own history. Nice work. Thanks.