the quiet life
"A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live".
Bertrand Russell
"The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind"
Albert Einstein
with age, we find the world
becomes a softer, sweeter song
the things that used to matter
don’t feel urgent, don’t feel wrong
we watch the younger crowd
all rush and rage and waste their prime
while we sit back and wonder
why we worried all that time
the petty squabbles vanish
like a sock lost in the wash
we swap the chase for comforts
like a blanket that’s so posh
no need for glory, status,
or some fleeting hollow fame
a biscuit and a crossword
feel like quite a proper game
we pick our friends as carefully
as fine and aged brie
no more the social circus
where we mingled aimlessly
it’s nice to drop pretensions,
to let go of who we’re not
the folks who love us dearly?
well, they’re all we’ve really got
our arguments are shorter,
now resolved in but a phrase
we know we’ll both forget it
in another couple days
why fight about the dishes
when you know the sink will fill?
we’d rather have dessert,
and maybe watch a netflix thrill
the aches and creaks are constant,
but we shrug and carry on
for what’s the use of moaning
when another day has dawned?
control? that’s for younger fools—
why not let the chaos be?
life humbles every one of us,
no matter what degree
and yet, amidst the madness,
there’s a joy that’s all our own
to sit in peace and marvel
at how much our world has grown
so let the youngsters chase and run,
we’ll sit and sip our tea
and laugh about the noisy selves
that we turned out to be
12-19-2024
© Vic Evora
This is my tongue-in-cheek (and hopefully humorous) take of growing old.
#2024 #GrowingOld #QuietLife
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