Still Time to Celebrate
The town is all getting ready, for the party
Of the end of the year. The streets start to
Fill with a whisper, the whisper of
Celebration. But he sits, still and quiet.
What can an old elephant celebrate? He wonders.
My eyes are sad, my ears are low, and if I left,
Who would miss a big, old elephant? My days
Of celebrating already have gone.
The party is for the young, the alive,
And not for someone who hurts when he
Walks. The party is for those who can
See tomorrow, and don’t think of the past.
Still, some excitement reaches him, and
The whisper finds his ears. If they are
Celebrating, maybe an old elephant
Can celebrate too. Today is still here.
So, he puts on his best attire, and his
Once sad eyes, are filled with light now.
He is an old elephant, but something has
Changed. He is still alive, and today is still here.