If my life is but a day

The afternoon is waning

The evening’s gulls sail through the mist

Time’s momentum … gaining.

 

As the sun dips slowly down

It sends arrays of light

Fills horizon’s clouds with pink

To ward away the night.

 

How do I feel about this time?

Wanting still to give?

I slowly slip to join the twilight

Wanting so to live

 

I reach back but can’t retrieve

The days that have gone by ….

I can only reminisce ..

Breathe nostalgic sigh!

 

Concurrent things do settle in

A sort of letting go ….

Accepting peacefully “what  is”

And there I too can grow.

 

Is it that beauty comes with age?

The quiet gentle knowing?

Facing weakness with great grace ...

Is it the best of growing?

 

A streak of absent mindedness

A painful here and there

Ah, yes!  Like birth, this death must come

We must begin … prepare.

 

Relax and watch the growth and learn

Serenity sublime!

For we are not descending here

But instead we climb.

 

Towards we know not what, but trust

That Chaos has a plan.

Our lives the blueprint, Birth to Death

The making of a Man.