It’s been a month now,
and I never saw the change;
but, when years have passed,
and as I near my last,
looking back just seems so strange.
Still fifteen in my head,
but my body disagrees,
time has not been kind,
I still have mind,
but there are tremors in my knees.
.
Older every day,
more late November
than early May,
and the years speed up
as I slow down,
there is a ticking clock
whose alarm is set,
and, yet, I try not to frown…
swimming with too many negative emotions,
you are more likely to drown.
Graeme Sandford 