When the Timeless enters that is an hour to celebrate; opening to the glory and joy of this Eternal Essence. Brothers and Sisters open wide your arms; Embrace the Loving Peace. Early on, we were taught when this Kiss is Bestowed get-up and do something for another; Write some thing, call some one; Share […]
Dr. Stewart Bitkoff – Author
A spiritual traveler & student of Sufi Mysticism & the perennial philosophy; he specialized in the healing applications of therapeutic recreation & psychiatric rehabilitation.
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Where Do Old Men Go?
by stewart
Where have all the old men gone?
Take me to that place
so I can tell tales of days gone by.
Stories of loves won and lost:
Fortunes made or never realized.
Yes. Take me to that place
so I can laugh and celebrate anew:
if only for a few, short minutes.
Take me where limbs don’t ache
and fears are forgotten.
Where old friends smile at familiar jokes
and play card games
in a gentle autumn sun.
For now, I sit in my room
listening to the phone ring.
Usually, some one selling me something
or calling for a donation.
And when I turn on my computer,
more advertisements and messages
from people I don’t know.
Yes. Take me to that place
where old men go
and laughs are born anew.
Where friends welcome me
with hugs and knowing smiles;
and there are kisses
from all my furry friends.
Sometimes, I think old men
are like familiar, comfortable shoes
that have fallen on the carpet floor;
waiting for the day
they will be worn again:
dancing in the morning air.
-SB
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