Time moves forward, without stopping
And fastened on her shoulders, bind our existence.
Aged and tired slowly we saunter her
Most are left behind, diminishing in the distance.
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Good poem and original look at ageing...you know, ageing is a battle I'm retired extremely fit its a fight against wearing out My wife and I do Ballroom dancing. yoga eat healthy and believe me Besa it is wonderful to be like that in retirement after working hard it makes sense, thats my Requiem! regards
Very powerful imagery and very creative use thereof! :) I like it a lot.
time, a master-crafter... time is like a rubber-band...stretch it and leave, it hits us hard!