Burnished
Pitted
Patinaed
Pitted
Patinaed
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
Tag: ageing
Curtain Call
Beleaguered pier
Time chastened
Weather beaten
Time chastened
Weather beaten
A formation
Of pilings
Long past utility
Though still
They throw
A striking pose
Just before
The curtain
Falls
Time
I feel time
Wending
Up my spine
Stealing my vigour
Taking my mind
Wending
Up my spine
Stealing my vigour
Taking my mind
But my heart
Remains strong
My spirit
Undiminished
So I
Unrelenting
Resist time
Live today
Work toward
Tomorrow
Imagination ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #129
In the dimness
I saw a monster on my bed
But just a towel
In a jumble
A child’s mind
Trying to make sense
I saw a monster on my bed
But just a towel
In a jumble
A child’s mind
Trying to make sense
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 boat
I rest
Moored securely in the calm waters
Harried by the rain, a little bit
But that’s OK
It’s only rain
And I can while away the hours
The days
Until the next time I sail
Moored securely in the calm waters
Harried by the rain, a little bit
But that’s OK
It’s only rain
And I can while away the hours
The days
Until the next time I sail
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
A Manifest Fiction
Inexorable time
Unforgiving time
Unforgiving time
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
Old Wood & Iron
The old wood
Dry
Greyed
Cracked
Dry
Greyed
Cracked
The old iron
Rust
Pitted
Flaked
Like me
Still strong
Shadows and Rust
As the days go by
Time chips away
At memories
Falling away
As flakes of rust
From old iron
Time chips away
At memories
Falling away
As flakes of rust
From old iron
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
Measuring Time
I measure time
Not in terms of history
But by how much
I have left to do
Not in terms of history
But by how much
I have left to do
