A Second In Time
Looking back
the mirror reflects the years
these eyes now faded
see the past in hazy images
to hear the experiences and dreams
no longer attainable;
each of us slipping into the hours
when days and weeks are blended
to decade years counted by candles
on the cake of time passing
on the landscape of flesh and bone
aching from the centuries;
we are but an inkling
in the millennium recording
when we were young
aged before our years
marking time and place
in our own history.
6/25/19
Emile Pinet's contest on Aging
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