It has been said
Pix or it didn’t happen
All too true
In a literal sense
As the mind grows older
And my memory weaker
It has been said
Pix or it didn’t happen
All too true
In a literal sense
As the mind grows older
And my memory weaker
A bit rickety
And in disrepair
Could use a fresh coat too
I tell myself every morning
Dragging this body out of bed
But it’s got a good number of years in it yet
I recall the halcyon
Of inviolable youth
When life
Stretched out before us
As an infinite loop of fun
While pain and suffering
Seemed ephemeral
As an all-better kiss
And adulthood perceived
As a condition of denial
That play is anything but
A full-time endeavour
Long since has that glitter faded
Pain and suffering
Joined now as companions
But little desire has this adult
To deny a child
The pleasure of play
Rather play along
Perhaps to live again
The golden lie
Of youth
Gentle lines
In weathered stone
A beauty marked
By time
Patinaed, etched
Distressed
By life and the elements
Beautiful all the more
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
A formation
Of pilings
Long past utility
Though still
They throw
A striking pose
Just before
The curtain
Falls
But my heart
Remains strong
My spirit
Undiminished
So I
Unrelenting
Resist time
Live today
Work toward
Tomorrow
In reflections
I see a dragon breathing fire
But just a building
With a light on
Like the child
Imagination still at play
Should the day come
When I see only what’s there
No monsters, no dragons
Which I playfully must slay
How sad I will be
In a world so plain and grey
A little old
A little weary
I can rest here
Be in this peaceful moment
What’s a little rain
A little discomfort
After a life of so many storms
I feel it
Creeping up
From behind
Feel it
Entering me
Affecting me
But in the mirror
The effects of time
Are too subtle
Too slow