Ageing: (October 21st,2019)

I am haunted by visions of old age: Creeping quietly along indifferent, Grey streets and then fading away into The misty distance. I'm deeply troubled By time. I cannot get a grip of it. I cannot put it into perspective. Itblazes like a fleeting candle flame, Its light is terminated much too soon. Things are now flowing like mad in this rampant Digital age; where speed is of the essence. Time seems to rush past me and slips away Like the wind. I remember key moments In my life as though they occurred yesterday. Although the trees along the grove where I Live seem to look like they did long ago, They now inhabit a different autumn. The flowers will come once again in spring. And grow throughout summer. Then they'll be gone. My child like heart now grieves over quickly Passing hours. O Why can't time stay still; just For several moments! For then we might glimpse Aspects of eternity... in moments.