Aging and the Passage of Time
The yearning years of youth have come and gone
passing like a restless wind felt crossing the perfumed days
of time's passage
where precious moments were touched
in endless silent surrender to personal prisons
where the shadows of my youth hide
and ramparts were built for self-preservation
from failed rendered dreams, chased
I bow to the times I've lived and times I have
in gratitude for every breath given to share
along my chosen path with others
as I like them are a visitor
knowing that time cannot be touched or sustained
it can only be endured
how simple it could have been
how complicated it is, to grow old
remembering how it felt like to run
through grassy meadows as a child
living on imagined fantasies and illusions
found in pillowed passing clouds
I have known the beginning of my days
and have measured the middle of my days
to the distance of my rest-filled days
where I'll drift through memories
that may or may not have been real
as I touch my yesterday's full of promise
and lingering desires, that set my eyes aglow
lifting my heart and soul in harmony with exuberance
I look upon the world now with wiser eyes
and try to understand the meaning of it all
for I am a guest born in a world of confusion
where time seems important, and then is not
as I spin on its wheel of endless motion
knowing that when it stops,
I will be tossed off without notice
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2026
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