My Weathered Deck

My Weathered Deck At this time through which I am the lead With days flowing out from behind myself I am using a much slower life speed And see my history books lined up on my shelf As the things of the past I no longer need A trade wind blows across my weathered deck I see pictures scatter through my over filled head This year I’ve been apt to stop often to reflect How my steps have used a lot of life tread Now I’m worn on the edges, an earthly project The stage is set to leave without much trace Years click away faster than my memories can I notice how I resemble someone else’s’ face Designed by lucky fate or a unique master plan With twilight comes a slower spool with my grace written 5-15-2020 Brian's Choice J- 1st place Thank you Brian...:D Your best poem 2020 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Hamilton N/A