I Cannot Reach the Ivy Wildly Growing

I cannot reach the ivy wildly growing, The screen will soon cling and cover. Once I was tall enough and lithe, But those days are long and long over. Watching ivy grow is a new way of living, Quiet and silent days of writing of rhymes, Wondering at the speed of passing these days, Alone and rocking through these curious times. I cannot reach the ivy wildly growing. The screen may soon cling and cover. Though as long as I may, I will stand on tip toes. Leaving the rest to others