Hoping these words somehow journey
through the ages.
Books filling up with writing on their empty pages
With a deeper relevance that will certainly continue,
Until the soul decides it's time to seek another venue.

Traveling the routes that are seldom ever traveled,
Even though it's possible that it's fated to unravel,
Finally finding mental peace and a feeling of serenity,
As mind and soul join hands to reach deeper maturity.

Remembering those fun and more youthful days,
Full of life, but mind, usually in a haze.
Life's milestones, the years continuing to climb,
But aging brings taste, like a finer vintaged wine.

It's not the age so much as the mileage
That has left evidence of the passage of time as
Frown lines, and wrinkles, and arthritic hands
This unknown highway that is traveled til the end.

Each small step forward, and each passing hour.
Daily evidence of a growing mental prowess.
Praying that the body keeps in step with the mind,
And unready for any signs of cognitive decline.

Not a beardless sapling nor an ancient oak.
Walking onward, spreading kindness, laughs and hope.
Leaving a legacy that will hopeful endure.
Took a few dead ends, but returned from those detours.

Picking up a pen and writing all about
The clock ticking loud and moving forward without
Any idea of how this life will be concluded.
Or where it'll go with the prose that is exuded.

Every single birthday having deeper significance,
Avoiding other people that were born disingenuous,
Scars and other features might be worn but distinguished,
And a heart so filled with flames that can never be extinguished.

No matter the obstacles, and no matter the challenge,
They will every one be met with a healthy life balance.
Methodical and slow like the concept of time,
Til the day that sees the crossing of the finish line....


© The Moonlight Bard