Call it what you will –
Bird, tree, flower, leaf and bits of sky
Everything makes me come alive.
Years ago I would have seen only birds:
There was a season then, for trees.
Now, at 65, it has covered every available thing.
Once I would have judged every man and thing,
Now I hesitate to express: result is I am
Indecisive, and lose respect from others, and self.
The blankness within, is that meditation?
Feeling matured with doubt always,
That it is perhaps simply Alzheimer!
Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-growth-or-realization/
