The Day is Long

The sun is strong, the day is long
And as I sit here, thinking,
I wonder why, as time goes by,
My world just keeps on shrinking.

For as we age, at every stage,
We lose what keeps us going
Because our brain just can’t retain
New things we might be knowing.

Our skills may fade and friends we’ve made
May disappear completely,
Though some pretend we can transcend
And hide their fears discreetly.

Yet still we live and must forgive
Ourselves for what we’re lacking
And face each day in such a way
To send the doldrums packing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Rigoler Avatar
September 15, 2024 at 4:02 AM
Though aging has its drawbacks, it does have its rewards. And speaking for myself, it has rewarded me (and others if they but give it thought) with experiences youth denied me – a richer future of accomplishments, a more tolerant disposition of things i cannot change, and a depth of knowledge, joy, and satisfaction youth denied me. I could not have asked for more. / Maurice
Bauer Avatar
September 23, 2024 at 12:26 PM
thanks for the comment, maurice! my husband agrees with you 100%, but i somehow get stuck more on the drawbacks. wish i didn't!
Dietrich Avatar
September 14, 2024 at 8:27 PM
Good one on aging, Ilene.it is hard to believe when we were young that we would end up losing our agile abilities.
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