I stared hard
into the mirror
looking beneath
the salt and pepper,
past the sharp white hairs,
through the faded blue,
beneath the lines
of the laugh-aged face;
I stared hard
and I asked,
"who are you"
I'm still waiting
to live out
the answer
Tag: aging
Time
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
Old Bones
spring's glistening drops of dew
have become a harsh frost
settling deep within the bones;
the sun is slower to warm
though I find myself
in less of a hurry
to move through my day,
content now to linger
over a fleeting minute,
absorbing more
of all that surrounds;
the sharper the cold
the more welcome
the warmth