“I want to die in the  jihad —
not as a sick old man
under a blanket at home.”
He’s an eighteen year old
fighter for the Taliban.

I’m a recovered sick old man
who’s been beneath a blanket.
I know a few others.
I wish I could talk to this young man.
Among other things
I would tell him
that’s it’s tough to grow old
and that It might require more courage
to face it
than to blow oneself up.
But there’s also beauty in old age
that one will never know
unless he claims it.

I doubt if that young Taliban
would care to listen to this old man.

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