Growing Old

Empty thoughts oft prevail, in Minds now numbed by years; Being filled instead with sleepiness, Rest, the new music of aged Pioneers. Age is just a number declared, while Choosing to ignore, how hearing and Eyesight dim at first, then slowly disappear. Live fast, love hard Is sage advice For Life is far too short Enlightened Saints decree. For far longer lay eternity, On the horizons of mortal men, in Restitution for faith filled lives. Inside old eyes, deep shadows course, That recall one's youth, with scarcity. Indeed, the pain old bodies feel, Succumb to eventual pastures, real. So "child like" defines both young and old, in How life's savored with wonderment. Ordained as mentors of experience Resigned to laugh until they're gone, in Twilight gracefully growing old!