Note: Someone I admire very much is having some health problems, I had written this short poem before I knew of this and now it seems that thoughts must have transferred through a time slot and inspired me to write these words. ajm
The Passing of Time
My body aches, after years of “beating it up” this is what it has come too. Giving in to the grace of gravity. I do not live these days in awe or fear. Yet, a baby’s breath can take mine away and these troublesome times we live in can instill fear in me for the future of this wonderful world. My spine tingles in the presence of a gentle man both young and old. I know that the passing of time is like a cool wind on a hot summer’s day, I no longer count the hours or days. Love still leaves my heart leaping.
7 thoughts on “The Passing of Time…”
really nice poem – and cool how it fit in like that – ❤ ❤ – hope your friend's health improves – have a nice day.
Yes, sometimes the opportunity to write is laid out for us, have a great day. Ann
your poetry is very beautiful, pure expression from the heart
Thank you so very much. Ann
The fatalism of old age takes its own toll, I guess. You have captured the sense of despondency rather well.
It is not a matter of “guessing” it is fatal! Thank you for your comments. Ann
Thanks for this graceful, clear-eyed depiction of aging.
So glad I found your blog!
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