Deciduous Time
Oh how I rue this deciduous time
relentless in it’s passing year by year;
while robbing memories we hold so dear
and shedding yonker that was once our prime.
Through time we plod this monumental climb;
the cliffs of life we grapple fighting fear
while ever facing time’s relentless jeer
as youth is spent on chasing dreams sublime.
And yet we’ve heard it said that as we age
we gain more wisdom with each passing phase,
endowments mastered as life’s dream pursues.
But still with passing time the battles rage,
and loss of youth we shed as hopes abrase.
Deciduous time this aging poet rues.
September 3, 2025
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2024
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