We were once young, like gods,
Hot from our mother’s womb,
We roamed the earth with certainty,
Shouted out with loud arrogance.
Our bodies were ours to command,
To bend to every whim and wish,
We walked with the jaunty ease of youth,
Without fear or hesitation.
Gone now are those endless days,
Where all life was new and bright,
Now we retreat into the past,
To hide from the relentless press of time.
Our bodies and our senses fail,
We grow wary and uncertain,
Ever fearful of the final hour,
As we turn to face our mortality.
(5/1/10)