Old

As time passes I count the dawn's glimmering glow and marvel at the rich color of each sunset where I have changed without notice the mirror never changes only my reflection grows older the glorious days of my full flower have ended leaving me a curled brown leaf in a stillness of thought one that could cause my eyes to pour upon my wrinkled skin as I drink from this cup of solitude and reflect on the joy I planted with the seeds, I'll leave, who in turn will bloom and leave their own fragrance though wrinkled and gray I have crossed the years from the time of my awakening to the moment of my understanding that life is to be shared and that we live in a universe far beyond our comprehension when I look at the night sky, I look at it with wonder as I try to understand a universe that appears timeless where the length of my years means nothing when I'm washed away by the tide of time leaving my shore barren and empty where all my hopes and dreams vanish like yesterday's dawn where everything I thought important will be cast asunder lost in the midst of time by a universe far greater than I These are the things you think about when you are old