Getting old
Is not for the mild or meek
Tough road lies ahead bolstered
From those already dead.
Aches and pains constant
Even if only in your head
Hip replaced, arteries clogged
Fingers arthritic and sometimes
The mind is just a smog.
That’s when you think of yesterday
Fill your heart with thoughts
That only knew life in a form of play.
Getting old
Will or won’t take those times away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014