Olympics at Fifty-Nine

Olympics at Fifty-Nine

I watch Olympic Games this year at fifty-nine years-old,

If you are younger than my time your fortune I’ll have told,

I see young bodies fly in such a way that I could move,

I used to feel such jealousy, yet now I just approve.

In Paris, Rome, or Athens you can see such gorgeous fare,

Of human form in marble, stone upon the canvas bare,

And, at Olympic Games we see that form in natural view,

In lightest cover run and jump and swim at our review.

There is no shame; what glory in that human form we see,

For in that skin we move and breath; in truth live carefree,

For as we age we look to youth; we’re never far too old,

At any stage we all can strive and finish with the gold!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 31, 2012