“You must change your life.” So Rilke wrote:
simple, imperative. But true?
He left no arguing space for doubt.
And if you could, what would you do?
Perhaps you’d start with some small thing–
a tidied desk, old papers filed,
or pricey therapy to bring
new ways to reach your inner child.
Decluttering’s in fashion: time
to clear yourself of all that’s past,
the stuff no longer in its prime?
These days, what is there that will last?
Not us, that’s certain. Perhaps change
is all that’s left to hope for while
Rilke’s sad shade surveys our strange
and limp makeovers with a smile.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, D.A. Prince would be pleased to hear them.