Adrift
Another face put to the mirror.
Your body changed without you.
Your light made bright with children's eyes
the soul won't know the what to.
Then wrinkles mean you're growing weak
that time's afraid to touch.
The measure of your fading strength,
no place to be as much.
With many things to wear you out,
the ground below to lift.
You have to know it's spinning fast
and with it you will drift.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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