Before sixty,
November 26th
was just a number on the calendar,
a single day
with a lonely candle
and a smile
that flickered
and faded.
But after sixty,
the ivory tower of the calendar
levelled with the sea,
and time
no longer dared
to mark its days.
Each morning I woke, it was a birth:
in the breath of lilies,
in the light of silk,
in the thought of a fish,
in the mind of the earth,
in a gaze.
I can still love,
and let urge
wander freely within me.
I can set my dreams
to flight,
raise the seals
of my exploratory ship.
My wrinkled wrinkles
are no longer ID cards;
they are maps,
compasses,
and my vessel
still glides
along their lines.
جشن زندگی
تا پیش از شصت سالگی
پنجم آذر
،عددی بود روی تقویم
یک روز مشخص
با شمعی محدود
و لبخندی
که می آمد
.و می رفت
اما از شصت سالگی
برج عاج تقویم
،هم سطح دریا شد
و زمان
دیگر جرأت
.شماره گذاری نداشت
:هر صبح که چشم گشودم، تولد بود
،در نفس زنبق
،در نور ابریشم
،در فکر ماهی
،در ذهن زمین
.در نگاه
در اینکه هنوز
،می توانم دوست بدارم
و انگیزه
در من
.رفت و آمد کند
می توانم
رویاهایم را
به پرواز درآورم
و بادبان های کشتی اکتشافی ام را
.به اهتزاز
چین و چروک های چروکیده ام
،شناسنامه نیستند
نقشه های راه اند و قطب نما
و زورقم
در خطوطشان
شناور است
.همچنان
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
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Comments2
Age is just a number I mentioned to the children.
Yes, they said, but yours is a big number.
Showed them a hand stand.
Now they've rested their case.
Thank you for sharing this delightful reflection! I love the humor and the playful spirit; sometimes a little action, like a handstand, speaks louder than words.
The nurse said that.
Please extend my thanks to her—I appreciate the kindness and the care behind her words.
Age affects all and time passes without notice. Well written
Thank you so much for your comment! Time’s quiet passage is something we all share.
You are most welcome
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