Pitted
Patinaed
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
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
The old iron
Rust
Pitted
Flaked
Like me
Still strong
As the years proceed
The man I was
Drifts further
And further
Into the shadows
Until, in the mirror
There is only
The man who is