by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
If you ask me now
with little time left,
when it was
that life felt best,
I will surely consider
those years between twenty and thirty.
Though in that time,
the greatest joys
had yet to pass:
marriage, birth;
a wife’s hands,
a son’s eyes, a daughter’s mirth—
there was something that changed inside
between twenty and thirty.
What fancies me most
from that time and place,
are those who didn’t have a need,
but found value in my face;
and in a subtle way
between now and then,
played their part
in my switch from pencil to pen.
Last updated May 06, 2016