Still, Clearly See

Legs,

once strong,

that strode about,

take small strides,

with trembling doubt.

 

My shining auburn hair

has turned a dullish grey

and when I think of where to go,

I lose my way.

 

My slender fingers

have become a gnarled mass

but, these eyes still, clearly see,

the emptying of the sand in the hourglass.

 

 

bjw

01/20/2012

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I feel this write in my bones, literally. Watching time slip away whilst not being able to make the most of what's left. Nice one Barbara.

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you so much!

[Dr Ayaz chandio]

beautifully written...and liked it so much the way you have described this state

[Cerise]

wooow...anothr amazing piece...well done.:)

[afra]

very deep and beautiful write ...well done

[Craig2591]

Although I am approaching 60, I am still hardy. I go to the gym and run as a hobby. But I can still feel the things you describe here creeping up on me. I hope I can hold them off for a while longer.

Good poem.

[Ahmad Cox]

Very elegantly written. I enjoyed it.

[Potter]

Very descriptive and cool!

[Owlgirl]

Wow, its powerful and thought provoking. Very well written, and smooth flow.

[Perfect Mistake]

This poem is short but sends a revealing message of you knowing that your growing older with each passing day or with each grain of sand falling in the hourglass. Great poem

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the feeling of this poem. Getting older make us realize we can't do all the things we once did. I like the way you described the changes and the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote