light has left my eyes,
what was once
a clear blue
has begun to fade to gray;
a firmer gray
litters the beard,
while silver threads
have twisted their way
through my hair,
Time has shown its signs;
there are more dull aches,
more insistent pains,
a constant inventory
of internal nicks
reminding of Time's steady march;
I've never felt better,
never been clearer of mind,
or more vibrant
in my thoughts,
wisdom being the benefit
of having experienced
the passage of Time
Category: Poetry
Offering
Words
I do not remember
every word I've read,
but I know how I felt
about the ones that have mattered;
I still feel the flames
they stoked within,
how they took my heart in their hands
squeezing until they brought tears,
how they made me invincible
and brought knowledge of the world;
without these words
I would be lesser