Living Is Longing

LIVING IS LONGING Living is longing And in old age Longing is for the longing of youth Of ‘only just begun’ of ‘so many roads ahead’. Longing is for when we had no limit to our dream and hope. And now When Sadness sees how little we have made of all those roads And how many small sordid corners we remain trapped in- When Sadness is Regret we can never live such beginning again- I look quietly at my wife’s small grandchildren And take Hope Believing they too will find Something of Beauty and Love on long roads of their own.