Age

Age by Odin Roark Like a tumbling rock Once a jagged outcrop Defying the elements Now part of time's ultimate caress Duration With its edges worn Earlier molten flames Now cooled by erosional changes Makes way the exit Rounded mobility cautious Yet spirited Home now Where one's numberless front door entries Forever of memory Beckons the distant walk Embracing the halls of lessons Successful achievements adorning walls In frames of permanence While failures needing no reminders Remain content as density Cluttering closets never sorted How unique this maze of corridors and rooms Leading to the back door Where barring one's hesitation Death will not extinguish life But provide a new form and direction For lest we forget Death is not a period Merely a comma