aging – Page 3 – Picking Up Roots

Stealing Time

we are chasing youth
with its vibrant immaturity;
not satisfied with the knowledge
from the wisdom of aging;
we try to recapture
an invincibility we never had
as bold sunsets mark
the passing of our days

orange dawn awakens us to wonder
how we might
find a few more minutes,
no hours,
no days,
weeks,
months -
just a few more years -
to accomplish the countless dreams
we gave up to the chase
not understanding
that wanting
was stealing our time

Body Aches

the body aches,
deep within the soul of the bones;
the bill comes due
for the excesses of youth
and a lifetime of living;
there is no regret,
just a constant reminder
that time continues to move forward
and so too must we

Middle Age

the day beats down
in heavy waves
leaving me gasping, wasted
as I set out
to sweat out
this mess that I have become

the challenge:
to find who I was -
those ideals I held close,
the dreams I reached for -
before I gave into life's pleasures
and turned into
this mess I have become

my knees echo with the ache
of days gone by,
as my back reminds me
of brazen choices of youth,
and old wounds ache
with the coming rains,
I am determined not to accept
this mess I have become.