Passing Mis Giving

Passing misgivings There are moments in once elderliness when the flowers of the mind, the silver of remembrance is but a cracked black & white film. Old age and wishes blend into a golden patina of illusion, disappointment seeps in melancholy lower the tired head and doesn’t let it look up to see the sky or sense the wind or rain. This tristesse where has the laughter gone, the charm of friendship and the beautiful women are but ghosts in a threadbare past. The squall doesn’t linger colours become visible there is no time not to enjoy what`s left in the time glass.