What the Mind Sees

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
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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
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