Growing older
I am so often here these days:
sitting,
looking, thinking.
I crave stillness,
but things are always on the move,
are never going to stop.
Perhaps it is a condition
of growing older,
to be afraid of change,
to be afraid of what change means.
But I still sit here,
still watch, still ask,
over and over,
where these waters are going.
Copyright © A lost Poet | Year Posted 2024
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