Ageing: (October 21st,2019) Poem by DM W

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.