Time drifts

through mindful hours

staring into space

answering the whirr of the clock

seconds bleed.

Absorbed by morning

Immersed into darkness

Shadows turn towards noon

selfless and gracious

in light and dark passages,

For one last touch

and taste of life

as we breathe and

power flows from each vein,

towards the briefest of night

and into the  wonder of day.

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1 Response to Ageing

  1. Mary says:

    Yes, that is what it feels like! Well penned.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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