Even gold dulls with age
Like brush blowing in the wind
Pale and muted sage
Aware, however…dim
Once brilliant, a-shine with glow
Lights fade into twilight
The me…I used to know
Gloomy, no longer bright
Awash, time takes its toll
Tired, weathered from time
Growth stunted, no longer flows
The once true love of mine
Years, yellowed and aged
A lingering scent of mold
Regret, sorrow, angst
How could I have grown so old?
Missing life spontaneous
Fleeting moments that excite
Nae youth…glorious
Dreams have taken flight
Gone are the days
Of expectation and hope
Anticipation grays
On life’s slippery slope
Kathleen Walker 03/20/2008
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