Thursday, September 1

waxing poetic

Aging

As sure
as the years
that drop by.
Frequent visitors, imparting
knowledge,
then wisdom,
then grace.

Forgetting often to
wipe their footprints.

Wrinkles, lines.
Moments
engraved as if
a sense of purpose dragged
them along thin skin.

Pockets of time.
Tick, tock.
Profound.
Tick.
Permanence.
Tock.

Stop.