Can’t you see, Time does not skip me!
The stretch of my arms is not as wide
as it used to extensively be.
The pull of gravity is fiercer on
my escalating hump of years;
it grows heavier with all the fears
of needing to give more and more;
its elasticity stiffens, becoming
perhaps crackable, breakable,
strikingly unwontedly deranged.

And yet I am happy with the passage
of seeping seconds, thirds and fourths
to the cells within the pours of my life
as they grow, and growl, and grin,
because they breathe bright moments
despite extremes that have become
soluble, dissolving within the powers of
my toughened roughened tightened skin.
So I let go, let loose, let all who want to win
win; and I simply give in; I give in; I give in!

I like this one, Khalida, especially the second half. Nicely done.

Les

Thanks Les.

Khalida,

This almost reads like a sonnet. Very impressive piece of writing.

I was wondering though; did you mean pores, not pours?

Either way you are right; there is no fighting getting older.

Khalida:

"So I let go, let loose, let all who want to win
win; and I simply give in; I give in; I give in!"

I'm not quite there yet, but I'm learning...I'm learning.

Joe

And yet I am happy with the passage
of seeping seconds, thirds and fourths

ditto

amo et avanti,

Peter