I don’t mind growing older
On mornings when my hands are covered in garden soil
My feet wet with dew
And I’m laughing at the dogs
Chasing each other
I don’t mind getting older
On days when I’m busy
And have hardly checked the mirror
I’m not thinking of wrinkles
Or lines
Or grey hairs
I have no time for all that nonsense
I don’t mind getting older
On days when I’m writing
And the rain is drifting down
The tea in my mug is hot growing colder
As I lose myself in a plot
Of my own devising
It’s exciting
I don’t mind getting older
In the long stretch of summer evenings
When apricot turns into pink turns into indigo
And the crickets are so loud
I wonder what they are singing about
I don’t mind getting older
When I ride in the wind
The smells of the earth mixing intoxicating scents that play upon my senses
Where every heart beat feels God sent
And the bitumen hums with the sound of the wheels
Turning around and around
I don’t mind getting older
In fact I like it
The world is a far less aggressive place these days
I’ve found my peace
My solace
The emotions that come in waves
And leave again
I am not as caught up in them as I once was
There are tools and buffers, tricks of this human trade
I’ve learnt to use
When you realise how many troubles are actually self made
Delivered out of ones own brain
Which has an endless capacity for vexation
If allowed to persist
Or
We can simply exist
In this space between this breath and that
Sliding on a hat
Putting down the phone
And walking out the door
Into our lives
That are so much more
Then the devices and screens that surround us
