POETRY - PHILOSOPHY


Hold Up !

Why not straight in there, I used to say in my youth,
Don’t hang about, get on with it and forget all the bullshit.
Now coming out of my peak, as opposed to the then surging testosterone adolescent crescendo,
In retrospect, still dodging the pitfalls, more gingerly than ever.
With the added benefit of insight, precipitating a possible illusion of wisdom gleaned,
Inducing the impression, of a deeper reading and understanding, of people and situations.
Assessing future problems, that experience has taught, are more than probable in certain scenarios.
To not blindly drive forward, oblivious of potential ramifications,
Blinkered by passions and desires, that egocentrically conceal beauty and truth.
In the arrogant belief in, and adherence to, blind and dogmatic individualism,
A delusionary freedom that veils reality, with the mask of hedonism.
The greatest of ironies being, the realization in reflective middle age,
That this shallow, sometimes callous, youthful exuberance,
Is to what our young yin sisters are instinctively drawn, despite the mellow reflective option.
Despite their desire for deeper love, mature responsibility and emancipation.
As one increases in age, the gulf and difference between male and female,
Becomes increasingly more apparent, enticingly intriguing and sometimes mystifying.
But always instructive, in what I need to understand concerning posterity,
Objective goals and the most beneficial and benevolent course of action.
In the light of understood experience and relationships.