Slipping
Slipping
I feel it everyday
pats of me slipping away.
For a moment in passing
all of me once seemed immortal and everlasting
but now, fading like storm threatened gray clouds
part of my mind slows thru the oppressive crowds.
I dare not speak
keeping my secret hidden and discrete
while cautiously I direct my feet.
Stepping thru the garden displays
I marvel at the colors as they fray.
In natures bounty resurrected in spring
I marvel at life as it begins to change everything.
In my heart I'm still young and alive
but in my remaining years I'm forced to recognize
All of me is unseen, forgotten and pushed aside
time's up and needing of release unable to continue to hide
and in the waning years of time, life and death collide.
I feel it everyday
pats of me slipping away.
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