This (2001) poem by Leonard Cohen is about a man coming to terms with the impact of his life and the culmination of what it all means.
When we’re young, and we’re making positive things happen, life is full of love, feelings of accomplishment, families, pride, maybe feelings of invincibility.
But then we move over the arc of our lives; into the September of our years. Everyone who lives long enough will feel this common sense of time escaping from their life on earth. We become aware at some point that there are more years behind us than in front of us. In our reflections, we can’t but ask what we’ve accomplished, what we ever did that mattered, what our legacy will be. Did we lead our best life?
The years of our lives that we treasure the most are when our children were young, an abundance of love warmed the house, and the world was ours for the taking. The life we tend to see as our best life is a thousand kisses deep.
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