An Old Man ~ Cavafy
In the inner room of the noisy café
an old man sits bent over a table;
a newspaper before him, no companion beside him.
And in the scorn of his miserable old age
he meditates how little he enjoyed the years
when he had strength, the power of the word, and good looks.
He knows he has aged much; he feels it, he sees it.
And yet the time he was young seems
like yesterday. How short a time, how short a time.
And he ponders how Wisdom deceived him;
and how he always trusted her — what a folly! —
that liar who said: “Tomorrow. There is ample time.”
He remembers the impulses he curbed; and how much
joy he sacrificed. Every lost chance
now mocks his senseless wisdom.
…But from so much thinking and remembering
the old man gets dizzy. And falls asleep
bent over the café table.
by Carl Josehart
Tomorrow I will be strong
today I need to be weak
and maybe a little irresponsible
Tomorrow I will fight
today I need to submit
and let the world choose its direction
even if it meanders off course
detours from the desired destination
Tomorrow I will rise
today I need to fall
and stay down
just long enough to rest
Tomorrow I will carry the weight of the world
today I need to lay the burden down
today I need to be carried
just far enough so see the horizon
Yesterday I was strong
tomorrow I will renew
today is for rest
today is for release
and to sleep and perchance to dream of strength renewed
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