AGING

Weather withered hands
Wrinkled creased smiles
Slow is your walk,
in this madness of fast...

Winter years are here
robbing you of your youth
Old age has come,
rushing you through your pace.

Your mind tells you all
but
Your body refuses command.
Feeble faltering...
frustrating fumbling...
erodes self dignity.

Being cast away by family and friends
by ascending age.

You know...
the journey is nearing its end,
as you soldier on remaining miles.

You wish the pain in your heart will fade
and the scar in your mind gone.

Curses to the ravages of time on flesh...
which take away everything but MIND
Reminding, remembering, reminiscing...
of faces, fun so fine,
of fears, failures....

Blessed are those who go in time
when youth remains as a shadow behind,
to be remembered with love and grace.