Being Old

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Being Old

It’s because you are so young⁠—

You do not understand.

But we are old

As the jungle trees

That bloomed forever,

Old as the forgotten rivers

That flowed into the earth.

Surely we know what you do not know:

Joy of living,

Uselessness of things.

You are too young to understand yet.

Build another skyscraper

Touching the stars.

We sit with our backs against a tree

And watch skyscrapers tumble

And stars forget.

Solomon built a temple

And it must have fallen down.

It isn’t here now.

We know some things, being old,

You do not understand.