Slipping

I feel it every day parts 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 through the oppressive crowds. I dare not speak keeping my secret hidden and discrete while cautiously I direct my feet. Stepping through the garden displays I marvel at the colors as they fray. In nature 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 every day pats of me slipping away.