Numbers

I am 59 dear he said
How old is my soul I wonder?
30, 50, 100?
Do numbers..does age truly matter?
At a certain point..with the weight of life
And the certainty of death,
I think age and numbers fall away.

How old is my heart?

I feel newborn sometimes or unborn even..
A baby bird trying to hatch from its shell,
A metal shell
In hell

How hard can it be to love?

How hard should it be to open new wings
And fly again?
Is there any way to tell?

Numbers....

I want to laugh.

Numbers...

I cry instead.

How can it matter the weight of years
When inside....
One hasn't even been born?

How forlorn

And troubling this is
This emphasis on numbers
One, two I love you...
Does that even matter?
Three, four I could go on
and on and on with you...

But let us close the door on the matter.