Poem: Kept Secret

A message not to panic, that life gets easier as the years go by.

Kept Secret

A secret I’m keeping
    from all my young friends
Something in which they’d find
    damn little comfort,
so sure that life is slipping
    underfoot like sand
It keeps getting so much better
    all along the way

Not the teachings of experience,
    but more common stuff
Friendships deepened,
    not so badly cut by rivalry,
the warmth that comes
    from fires that no longer rage
The giving of oneself to another
    and needing no return

Not a tired sigh, or last gasp
    that sees things ending,
but a deeper breath of loving
    at long last well begun
Knowing all the values
     that finally showed themselves
were in us then, are in us now,
    will be there yet tomorrow
Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman's
poetry collection


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