You asked me did it matter
That I’d spent more time on earth
More time learning disappointment
Wasted more hours, days, years
I'd answered quickly no
All the experience in the world
Means nothing next to kindness
My years have made clear
The scarcity of caring
So do our years matter
Unless the numbers have some other
More concrete meaning to you?
If I know more, have seen more,
What does it matter but that I am a little
More tired, more embattled
More in need of the peace
Of more simple untangled arms

More appreciative of relating in ways

Less complicated with wisdom

Age means little in friendship & love

In living each day fully as ours

Such artificial boundaries insignificant