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At the time in my life when I was most beautiful, the sky was blue. Bright red flowers were in full bloom. The chirping of birds led me into a green forest. Dozing off in the forest I had a dream. It has been such a long time since then. What on earth have I been doing for so many years? When I look in the mirror, I do not see "youth" or "beauty."How merciless the years can be. Growing old is sad and cruel. Love, beauty, and even hope decay with the merciless passage of time. I have long thought about aging in this way. But this age is also a time of letting go of the sadnesses and pains of…mehr

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At the time in my life when I was most beautiful, the sky was blue. Bright red flowers were in full bloom. The chirping of birds led me into a green forest. Dozing off in the forest I had a dream. It has been such a long time since then. What on earth have I been doing for so many years? When I look in the mirror, I do not see "youth" or "beauty."How merciless the years can be. Growing old is sad and cruel. Love, beauty, and even hope decay with the merciless passage of time. I have long thought about aging in this way. But this age is also a time of letting go of the sadnesses and pains of the past. Although such memories are like tea stains that cannot entirely be removed, the senior years are a time for moving on. Another perspective is that there is no end to the cycle of new human births replacing those who lived before them. Considering that way, my existence seems like dust in the Sahara Desert. Still, I am grateful to have been born as a human. I realize that I must beginletting go by accepting-and appreciating-the past. I also realize that I must decide which material and mental burdens are the most important to shed.
Autorenporträt
Yukiko Inoue-Smith, PhD, is Professor Emerita in Educational Psychology. Along with her passion for teaching, she is committed to poetry. She started to write tanka when she was in her 20s. For her, writing tanka is a way of understanding the meaning of her life. Her journey in search of where she belongs will continue, with two cats as companions.