silver and gray dance in the quiet light of the mirror, leaving their mark in more spots than before; eyes are fading, a gentle blue moving to weathered gray; cares of a lifetime have left their marks in the trenches of the forehead's lines; this is not the image alive in the mind; life remains there, vibrant dreams cry out to be realized, there is a desire to live, to not give in to time, to carry on; find a way to change, to keep going, to feed the life of the mind
Tag: time
Passages
I feel the yoke of time
in the new found aches -
arising from basic living -
of this body;
I see time's passage
in the flecks of gray
spotting my temples
and its fields
taking control of my beard;
I know time's wisdom
as my own has grown
through my experiences of the world
providing me
a calmer mind;
I know
I cannot outrun Time,
but I can make the most of it
by living as it passes