Times Have Changed

Times have changed; I’m older than I used to be. It bugs me that I cannot speak fluent fun, and a starched manner has become a lot clearer to me now. A reflex of control, nurtured by plentiful breaths is gradually shooing passion out of my vocabulary. Still, I cannot slow down the phases of the moon, or soothe the fine lines upon my brow. Times have changed; I’ve grown to humour the inevitable. Enthusiasm is growing tedious, I am older than I used to be.