Despite anxiety,

Hesitancy or unease,

For where the road leads, ...

I will find ways,

To remain fruitful,

While getting old. ...

As a child,

With nothing to hide,

Privacy I didn’t understand. ...

It’s the familiar,

Feel and sound,

From days now gone, ...

Some mornings,

Even the sun,

Needs to dispel, ...

My shadow,

Is easier to see,

When in daylight, ...

Perhaps older generations,

Were quite smarter,

Than often believed. ...

Leaves turn color,

As warmth and light,

Wane over time. ...

Far away,

Answers quietly wait.

In a distant place, ...

Blue,

Beige,

Grey, ...

Dark,

Cloud-covered mornings,

No longer feel sad. ...

Many years,

Have now passed.

A new stage in life awaits. ...

Some leaves simply persist,

Refusing to turn color,

And remain green. ...

I have learned,

It is best,

Not to insist, ..

Perhaps parts of me,

Resemble shadows,

Cast on a paved road. ...

When answers,

Make little sense,

Perhaps acceptance, ...

Not long ago,

Alive it bloomed.

Now empty, ...

On some days,

When eyes cannot fathom,

Or the mind refuses to see, ...

A sense of humor,

Is always nice.

Even when painted, ...

Cold autumn mornings,

In an empty train station.

When the ride to school, ...