Age Old, by angela Subscribe to rss feed for angela

With old age
The time has come
To settle down the psyche
The past seen in sharp relief
With memories filling each day
And routines kept to date
Wishing never to forget
Those special people in their lives

Hours limp forward
In a pace slowed
Blurred with incapacity
Intending to stay continent
And make sense 
Of all current affairs

The smallest task takes ages
Whilst a younger generation
Mark out their busy hours
Taking for granted
All their energy and actions
Paying no account to the passing years
Just hoping for a gentler future
Rushing forward 
Until the lights go out
Posted: 2013-06-23 13:47:07 UTC

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2013-10-26 13:07:01George Chow
do you live with your time age, or holy age?