compared to what?

People ask the old guy how he is.
Perhaps there is a twinkle in his eye
when he says,
compared to what?
He must know they don’t want
an organ recital, but you can see
he is thinking of opening some stops.

Compared to age forty when daffodils
were giving over to roses and columbine,
I am a bit withered and need watering.
But compared to when I was sick and sixty-five,
I’m a stand of echinacea at the peak of August.
There are flowers and there are old men;
there are young men old and old men young.
The question is this: are the old men
working on the flowers or under them?

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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