Ages Are the Pages of Time
Wrinkles, dark circles beneath the eyes
furls across the brow
embedded overlapped dimples deep in the chin.
When and how
did this face and body age
so quick before its time?
Just yesterday I was barely twenty one
then thirty, forty, fifty,
sixty plus nine.
Seventy reaches round the corner
slipping in by some back door left open
demanding to mark its place.
Time is immeasurable, truly
laugh lines fade and grow
and salty tears sting upon their touch of loss.
It ages toward the end
seemingly more quick than it first began
life breaths of innocence and naïveté.
Inevitable processes gracefully or awkwardly proceed
leaping and jumping thru unseen hoops
spun in experiences of living life.
Wanting to grasp that gold ring
of growth and love and hopes and dreams
filling the reservoir of heart memories.
Wrinkles etched from circles
wrapped in the universe eternity
of age marking the pages of time
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