Ages
Ages
When I was young my youth lasted a long time.
When someone said next year, it sounded as it was forever.
I remember the long summers
but realize it is the sum of many summers.
Since in our estimation summer lasted long into autumn
and mild winter.
The real cold season lasted a month, and since
We didn´t sit still it didn´t feel so cold.
Now that I`m old the seasons whirl faster and faster rapid
I get dizzy and have to sit down or hold on to my cane.
the tremendous speed is accelerating towards doom and the hope
of another spring.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment