Suddenly, I Am Old
Suddenly, I Am Old
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Confronted by that image, me,
I am devastated, that time has bewitched me,
lost all sense, until this moment,
and driven to search the annals of my past,
I cannot truly remember how I got here.
Surely it is slight of hand,
some smoke, mirror and a perception confused,
that I am as I appear, in this strange form before me,
lost in youth and be-muddled, robbed of consciousness,
stark, crystal clear.... suddenly, I am old.
These lines betray my delusion,
that dullness of eye, my deep blue pools lost,
idle and fallen to some youthful mind, elsewhere,
alas not mine in this shell of wrinkled draped skin,
my bones receding from the burden of physicality.
Oh such pain, such realization to be done with youth,
thrown to the ravages of time, reminiscing,
clinging to the end of dreams, not creating them,
and in shallow water stand,
while life's ebbing tide escapes that once vibrant demeanor.
I find myself fixated with the young,
there dreams barely begun,
and the blind and brave pathways they traverse,
in their ignorance and learning,
inspires my thoughts and memory.
But I am still here, still wading through life's demands,
reveling in the wisdom that pain and experience has afforded,
and in that I must take solace,
for the cycles turn, and I am but a pawn,
a wisp of life, grown and journeyed until time betrays me complete.
It's over very quickly, enjoy every moment.
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