In Da Prime Dayzzz

Our parents sometimes look worn out and drab but on that one occasion you see, hear feel and understand when they get the twinkle in their eye, the fluid movements in their limbs, the genuine free laughter withdrawing from the cobwebbed depths of their soul. They have recalled their prime days. Oh! when it leaves how you pray to God that it stays, for at their youngest are they the most enjoyable. Oh! how you pray to see the wrinkles leave the gray hair freeze, all traces of a 9-5 drain away. Oh! how you pray to keep the good ol' time, the faded memories of a thirty-something frivolous jointed parent. Instead, the prime washes away leaving achy joints, stressed muscles and prescribed medication. Our parents sometimes look worn out and drab but on that one occasion you see, hear, feel and understand the true, ugly pain of their prime.