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