Age changes us
Into things
Inconceivable in our youth.
We become reptilian
Rather than mammalian,
And the lizard lives in our skin;
Eyes blur and bleed;
We crack, and we peel;
We shed the skins of our past lives
And appetites;
We lose our thorns
And become petals on the wind,
Scenting the air
With the faint fragrance of our desires,
Becoming faded roses
Never to be planted or plucked again,
which is why, why, why,
The poet says--take heed!--
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.”
Bri50 Bri50
51-55, M
Aug 20, 2014