Wednesday, August 20, 2008

my parents are older ive watched them age

from every corner, every page

in the twenties young and strong

working hard to get along

in their thirties, their forties too

living dreams they thought would never come true

then middle aged and grandparenthood

defending their bad by calling it good

now they sit at the end of the clock

viewing their lives and taking stock

while dodging infirmities, illness and pain

wishing they could do it all over again

they are the mirror i see my time race

with every wrinkle of my once youthful face

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like this~very true!



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