Life of Age

The light is strong and clear and full in the wholesome salad days. The mind reacts to, reasons and accepts its fool but disguises it in many ways. We stride with purpose strong into the wind with confidence that creates our shapes. We find a depth of courage that no well can consume, foolhardy naïveté stakes it’s claim Like an aged barrel of oak half filled with wine hollowness intrudes into our later days. Like watching shadows form where the sun don’t shine the exuberance of youth begins to fade. Reflection pictures gravity over years and years of toil, of living, of strain. Reflection captures what we don’t want to see, the reality of a life of age.