Change is always with us. Nothing stays the same. Life we try to schedule. But time we cannot tame. ~ The clock is always ticking. Seconds pass us by. Days are growing shorter. The years tell us why. ~ Be at the ready, prepared to change our mind. Exercise flexibility. Wiggle room we’ll find.
My buttocks hurt and my knuckles crack. What drives me forward can drag me back. My eyes are tired and my head is sore. My hands are cramped, I can write no more. ~ My pages are filled with useless stuff. And one more verse is never enough. Pencils grow dull as does my brain. But each day silent leaves a stain. ~ Though deep down I know the truth. The haunt persists from my youth. I’ve something to say, but what is unclear. Answers will come but not this year. ~ A resolution needed this time around. Try harder I must for I am bound. The calendar says I’m almost there. Glasses raised a toast we’ll share. ~ A new day begins with much to do. Sunnier thoughts will eclipse the blue. A cushion I’ll buy for my favorite chair. Words will flow like a breath of fresh air. ~ Volumes will fill with the funniest of lines. A chapter reserved for my sweet valentines. I’ll rise from sleep as each day’s the first. I’ll sip my coffee then quench my thirst. ~ Reflecting upon the time long past, how the future sneaks up too fast. And if nothing to leave advice I can give. “Live out your dreams and a dream you shall live.”