on these gray days when the rain is a cold threat upon the air my bones ache along the cracks of old injuries, my joints are stiff with reminders of the years gone by - years filled with laughter and heartache - these pains remind me I have lived, they tell me I will die, they show me, today, I am alive.
Tag: aging
Stealing Time
we are chasing youth with its vibrant immaturity; not satisfied with the knowledge from the wisdom of aging; we try to recapture an invincibility we never had as bold sunsets mark the passing of our days orange dawn awakens us to wonder how we might find a few more minutes, no hours, no days, weeks, months - just a few more years - to accomplish the countless dreams we gave up to the chase not understanding that wanting was stealing our time