How old are you now? - Poetry
Did you find the marble you dropped without growing
Will your kite on the wires swing, in the wind
Like a child who fell and had a winged knee.
The volcanoes you grew up in search of a way to explode
Your eyes from the simplicity of loneliness overflowing
Do your eyes confuse hope still the land?
How old are you now, girl with purple earrings?
Did you run out of your hiding place and stole it?
Or has time stolen you without mercy?
If you want, sit down without feeling lazy
Write the past separately, separate the past
Write apart what you see, separate what you don't see
Separate what you know and what you do not know.
Do you know? People grow when they forget.
It gets a new age after every day.
Leaves that fall from calendars multiply.
How old are you now?
Let us not be unfair to old age people, let us not treat them as fools, but let's listen to the word. What does our promise say? So it says inside you in the head, in the brain. The mind is really in the head. What is meant by the mind. They are programmed, dominating, directing, directing, guiding, invisible values, but with consequences. Let's see intelligence as the most important value a person has.
Although old age is not a criterion for wisdom, it is an important criterion for how reason should be used. It is necessary to know how important issues such as maturity, humility, calmness, calmness, and criterion that come with old age are. Another thing to know is that it is very essential that both reason and experience are present in man.
tree sheds its leaves with arms, wings, and branches, despite the cold and harsh winter. Hail hits, frosty hits, maybe it will break, it will hurt, maybe it will hurt, but it protects its body until the winter is over. And what happens next? Spring comes, the branches sprout again from the broken fallen place knows that its trunk is the reward of protecting its body that gives it life, it turns green and becomes beautiful despite the winter, its branches that are like bushes.
Our mothers, fathers, our trunks, our grandfathers, our grandmothers, our roots, and our children are our green leaves that sprout. Therefore, one should know well where it comes from. The more you protect the value of everything, the more you love your roots, the greener your leaves will turn.
Indeed, i like how you connect age with reasoning thats proportionate at least. And, the metaphor on the last paragraph is spot on.