When the day is nearly done
I, for one, am often tired –
tired in the way an old man tires
which seems a different kind of weariness
than I had before in my earlier days
when the world had work for me to do
and offered me less time for pondering.
Now, when time moves faster than it did
some years ago, or so it seems
I think too much about what’s disappearing
even as engineering seems to work more marvels
for the world I now inhabit.
As I go to bed at night, such matters
hover above the pillow that rests my head
and it’s a wonder I can sleep.
And it’s a wonder that in the midst of this
I feel such a sense of gratitude
for the life I’ve had
and for the life that still claims me
as a rather ancient species of mankind.