“They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plane chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Two who are mostly good.
Two who have lived their day,
but keep putting on their clothes
and putting things away….”
This is a part of Gwendolyn Brooks 1960 poem.
She became the poet Laureate of Illinois.
I don’t know much about her, but the fly on the wall observation of old age is riveting.
The poem gives us a keyhole view of how our own essential humanity has us going through the motions of living for the sheer joy of it and the joy of the company of a close one long after our most productive time has passed.
Peace be the Botendaddy
Gwendolyn Brooks, ‘The Bean Eaters’
from Man in the Poetic Mode, Vol. 1 at p. 58 McDougal, Littell publishers, Evanston, Illinois, 1971, Joy Zweigler, editor