To Grow Old
To grow old, to grow old with respect
To stop running away from the terrible word. From the biology
To capture it, because in fact – it’s not so terrible!
Because so much depends on you. The wisdom of your hands, your facial expression
Lack of knowledge that will not stop you from listening and understanding, from learning and improving
Do not miss out! Neither face nor blood!
Even when they get along without you, when it is permitted to rest, to relax with honour
To look at the fields that have grown, at the view that is becoming occupied by your work and mine
In the high heavens above the peaks of the cypress trees
To have a “hobby”, to continue studying
To embroider something unexpected for yourself. To look even more around you.
To feel properly that it was not in vain
That everything below, and around and around, continues to flow – also because of the power of your flow
That it was all worth it.