We all see aging differently. I see time slipping away but still I can see memories. |
I am in the winter of my years Where part of me moves slower Where time seems to speed up As I just seem to get older. Some mornings I fight back fears As I realize the difficulties I face The choices of whether to take the right or left road While holding back tears and retaining some grace. As the day wears on, I gain momentum But it doesn't last very long I keep my composure All the while trying to sing a little song. I am in the winter of my years Where it is hard to move with ease My hearing is slipping; my sight is less calculating Never mind though, I find many things of which to cheer. Some evenings I just sit and read I reflect upon the days gone by Trying to find things to laugh at And not things that make me cry. With the bad comes so much good Images of my family, friends, things that "I might have done." And some that "I should of, could of, and would of" If all those concerned would have let me have my fun. Back when I was young at heart I wore daring colors, flowers in my hair and lace I accepted rides from cute guys Who I never would have let get to first base. But now that I am here, in the winter of my years I vow not to worry, to fret, or get uptight I have way too much to do Before the final winter becomes night. I over spent myself last night This morning the pain was great I tried to move some boxes I tried to move a crate. Things got a little crazy yesterday I even had on my schedule a date The more he talked, the more we planned The possibilities looked extremely great. He said he was in the winter, the winter of his years He didn't look a day older than me, however could he hear? I watched him as he moved about how he favored his gait I figured if he didn't speed up that we were going to be late. We talked about our kids, our Xs and those who have died We shared our fears, our fathoms and laughed until we cried I am sure we exaggerate a bit or maybe even lied But we are in the winter, the winter of our pride. We compared this and that; we forgot, we remember it not Yes, we are in the winter, the very winter of our years How wonderful it is to have a friend who is similar in thought He says he doesn't care, but he seems to care a lot! It is important now I have someone during the winter of my years Not as important what comes and goes what changes or what remains God knows I don't have much time for many more escapades More important, I can share it all as my winter years fade. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |