Getting old,

Is a fact of life,

I don’t mind. ...

Enclosed,

In one’s own shell,

Or bared, ...

Physicians heal,

Traders deal,

Thieves steal, ...

Someday far from now,

When my time arrives,

Silently and with grace, ...

Some things in life,

Are hard to grasp.

When they arise, ..

Wandering around town,

I saw a colorful blossom,

Laying on the ground. ...

As a young adult,

I occasionally smoked a pipe.

Craving attention, ...

In younger days,

I often saw woodchips,

Generously strewn about, ...

Unlike popular belief,

Bears do exist,

Close to where we live. ...

When problems,

Appear blurry and confusing, ...

It is quite annoying, ...

Strolling about town,

A small blooming branch,

Carried me back, ...

Every day I look inside,

In search of creativity,

To discover parts of me, ...

Majestic trees,

Especially in the spring,

Transport me back, ...

The smallest things,

Carry me back in time,

To when days were long, ...

A day confined,

When my breathing,

Wishes it was refined. ...

Over the years,

I’ve come to realize,

That appearances, ...

Silver bell, plastic labels,

Yesterday’s dried tears.

Not the perfect sight, ...

In younger days,

Newness appealed.

Friends, objects, or places, ...

Even crumpled, or

In the midst of crowds,

There are whiles, ...

Yesterday at day’s end,

I felt shattered and tired.

I tried to uncover, ...