Age's 'Jeunism,' by Tom Mukasa

Age's 'Jeunism'

Celebrate age, celebrate you,

it sets a wayward step back in line,

tame the longing for immortality,

which if not reigned in,

a cause of fatalities,

an age trap,
 a 'jeunism,'

I can tell,
 you are denying,

I can see you,
 shaking your head,

 about to dismiss me,

listen,

age is a sculptor,

whose mantle swings back and forth,

chipping away irregularities,

only age knows finesse,

it is a progressive,
 advancing act,

lest in reversing it,
 one runs the risk,

of being stationary,
 sphinx-like,

haul,
 the necessities of life,

age is a river,

sometimes,
 it checks its flow,

mostly to fill gorges,

to meander about,

doing what rivers do best,

who questions that character,

like the wind,

be obsessed by motion,

pride in dancing with fate,

for age is a master choreographer,

polishing the dance moves,

prodding you to fall in step and timing,

look back not wistfully or with longing,

but because you are comparing notes,

dream and provoke destiny,

reach down, pull up and move on,

enjoy,

let bygones be,

a spirit is made to soar,

do not block it,

for that sensuality is what,

if you ask,

enables you to fill,

the gorges of needs,

all the while,

this is immortality.