Around the Spindle

A babe, I raise my arms, stretching To catch my life book, opening chapters Amid my mistakes, I cry dried tears clinging Youthful endurance running Races not needed; ones needed squandered Surrendered, hard won lessons Teenage assurance, swagger sometimes Stagger against a roadblock Learning the keys to open barred doors Adult larvae find freedom, eating truth and trust From cocoon to explore shores oppressed Tastes love, power, choices made, shattered hopes Middle ground goes around the spindle Chasing dreams, setting stakes in the ground Fertile flower, barren emptiness Waning years, freedoms found, glued anew Seeing blossoms scatter in the wind Closing shutters. Sending guilt aloft Aged in a cask, left on a shelf of wisdom lost Died up last memories, ripening smell Lost my mind in my bodies shell June 13, 2019 A contest "on Aging" Sponsor: Emile Pinet