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Comin' of Age
By: Wayne Brown
Like the wilting of the rose petal, age comes slow
Yet time ticks away faster than we really know
The days into months, those months into the years
Until one day we must confront our lost youth fears
Some take it well simply easily accepting it as fate
Others fight the gripping bonds hoping it’s not too late
Men eye younger women who still chase romance
Illusion rest in liquor, drugs; maybe games of chance
Somewhere on the journey a threshold is crossed
What once we knew is gone; the rest seems so lost
Our image seems to dim; nothing there left to see
Just an old man or woman walking past you and me
Life’s wisdom is not enough in this higher stage of late
The youth ignore it considering it something not their fate
Things you use to do are now held off in caution’s lock
Parts of life so familiar are sent to the auction block
Inside your head feels the same; the mind…does it know?
Will it begin to make choices…what will stay; what will go?
The crow-feet ‘round the eyes, gray hair combed in place
Are you still visible to the world in this time and space?
Life has many twists and turns as we roll over the page
A multi-act comedy-drama played out upon life’s stage
All the way you’ve played the part; read the lines so well
Now the lights dim; curtain drops; is it heaven or is it hell?
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6 September 2012.
© 2012 Wayne Brown