[PERSONAL NOTE: I am mentioned, with a photo, at The New York Times today in a story about living alone by Steven Kurutz.]
WRITTEN IN A CAREFREE MOOD
Old man pushing seventy,
In truth he acts like a little boy,
Whooping with delight when he spies some mountain fruits,
Laughing with joy, tagging after village mummers;
With the others having fun stacking tiles to make a pagoda,
Standing alone staring at his image in the jardinière pool.
Tucked under his arm, a battered book to read,
Just like the time he first set out to school.
- Lu You - 1125AD–1210AD
[The image is taken from a personal blog, Bill's Chengdu Journal, written by Bill Hawkins. It has not been updated since 2007. According to Bill, this detail is from a statue of Lu You in the Plum Blossom Garden of a park in Chengdu, Sichuan Province in China. It is said that Lu You wrote 10,000 poems.]
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, L.B. Woodgate: Hey. I Worked Hard for This Look – No Shame in Growing Old