and on the third day …

time is falling
from the sky
and I’m twisting, arching
flinging myself
at odd angles
trying to avoid the downpour
but the years
will soak me through
one is born
one dies
one fights the inevitable
yet in the end
comes acceptance
lying down in the
feathers of mist
drenched in age
and as dawn comes
I will stand up again
with a creak and a groan
proudly wearing the
cloak of antiquity
and embracing
the passing
of youth

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10 Replies to “and on the third day …”

  1. I loved it Suzy! We all go through it. It is funny how when we are in a group of friends, we all began talking of the aches here, and the aches there! One friend stopped us, and said “Stop it!” We all looked at each other and just laughed. Let’s just laugh! ๐Ÿ˜€

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