Forty-three years I have seen.
Many roads I have traveled;
Seeding goodness and weeding badness.
Forging ahead, and then lagging behind.
How quickly they gather: seconds, minutes, hours, days.
I wonder where I spent it;
Infancy, childhood, or adulthood?
It’s lost to the yester-years,
Caught between day and night.
Oh days, how dare you pass when I wasn’t looking.
Gray hair creeps in and wrinkles leave their mark.
Skin dances upon my supple body,
draping my arms like curtains.
Were I vain I’d cover the mirrors, I’m a realist.
Soon I’ll be in the eve of my years,
On a front porch,with weathered rocker, covering many miles.
As memory fades and twilight rises,
I'll sleep the long sleep.
Yes, the days will have passed.