Ode To Aging

 

The process of aging can be traumatic

But then again for some not so dramatic

However there are things that come with the role

Impacting in some way on body and soul

We often forget what we no longer see

Memory seems shorter than it used to be

One time it was nouveau to memorise things

and take on forever what forever brings

Clear recollections of moments in spaces

Flowed with the pleasures of people and places

When quickness of sharp minds marked sweet days of youth

Shaping experiences from life’s constant truth

But aging like seasons within their own rhyme

Change slowly, inevitably over time

On our contributions we rise or we fall

And hope it’s the good stuff that gets the recall

When I reach that great state of maturity

Well - if it’s the will of the powers that be

I hope when I look back at all I have done

It will be enough to have life say “well done!”