Today's topic was a simple one suggested by a friend which explored this fear that a lot of us face as we grow older. We try to question the feasibility of things, we question how much time and when and why, and about all the things of which we sometimes try. I think of all those who are taking chances some days, who have added on numbers but have refused to age. Even in the prelude as I write and somehow manage to rhyme, I write to bottled time and to perfection in aged wine.
Time Unbound
We are years and counts misplaced
We are timelines, left without a trace
Aged wine trapped in a bottle somewhere
We are spirits of the night & of fresh air
To those who worry about numbers on a wall
About things that make them or break their fall
Who are determined souls just wishing for hope
They are daredevils, who with dreams elope.
Celebrate as you grow older some days
In the mind or heart, however you may
For the chanced beginnings have only begun
We are not going anywhere, as you add plus one
I write with warm reminders some days
To tell the world of experience that never ages away
And to those who decided to take the first step
We are not number, just moments written & well kept
Time Unbound
We are years and counts misplaced
We are timelines, left without a trace
Aged wine trapped in a bottle somewhere
We are spirits of the night & of fresh air
To those who worry about numbers on a wall
About things that make them or break their fall
Who are determined souls just wishing for hope
They are daredevils, who with dreams elope.
Celebrate as you grow older some days
In the mind or heart, however you may
For the chanced beginnings have only begun
We are not going anywhere, as you add plus one
I write with warm reminders some days
To tell the world of experience that never ages away
And to those who decided to take the first step
We are not number, just moments written & well kept
Beautifully written
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