Edge

I wake and sleep
on the honed edge of a paradox.
Young enough to feel invulnerable
old enough to know better.

nowaday

If the me of nowaday
through some temp'rl oddity,
could grant the me of yesterday
any pearl of wisdomry.

If the me of nowaday
by dumb luck or by majesty,
could sail the me of yesterday
to waters free of misery.

The older me of nowaday,
his life a crucible of years,
might smile, with naught a word to say
to dam the future flow of tears.

[another idea that bubbled up during a run. lots of time to think.]