it's getting late
both literally
and figuratively
it's near midnight
both in normal
Eastern Daylight Time
and my chronological age

neither time
can i do
much about
real time will
go on
and on
and on

my time
my life here on earth
my doctor thinks
i can make changes
change my diet
but at best
he's guessing

my time here
is limitated  and unfortunately
not under anyone's control
not even mine
best that is left
is to do every day
what is right, is true

took a short walk
no place i needed to go
no pressing issues
nothing to buy
just a walk

however
warm spring day
grass turning green
much preferred
from its winter brown

trees budding
song birds singing
Seagulls flying
singing their "song"
and dumpster diving

a fat woodchuck
fleeing
leaving his morning
grass meal
at the sight of me

but in retrospect
although i didn't
know it at the time
there was a reason for my walk
pure whimsy, pure joy......

life is life
and life is
choices
would i change
some of those
i made
absolutely

here's the point
we live with those
choices
both good
neutral
and plain
ridiculous

but whether
right or wrong
i
survived
but that's
really
the point

it's been awhile
sometimes i forget
too often i forget
i can write
poetry

or maybe
it's just
the muse
has abandoned
me

maybe
age is both
a blessing
and a
curse

age enlightens
but it also takes
away some memories
but the ugly
seems to always remains

the things
i wish to remember
fade to black
the things i wish to forget
are with me now

i awoke this morning
to my right knee
it was singing
a dirge

not heard
but felt
but i supplied
the lyrics

the song
in an unknown
minor key and
way off pitch

my fault
not the knee
i treated it
with disrespect

today was awful
but tomorrow will come

you said something wrong
but tomorrow will come

but if it doesn't
then.............

the more things change
the more they actually remain the same
we will never control the outcome

the only control we have
is how we perceive what has occurred
and how to proceed

we do not grow
but we can decline
because of what happens to us

we only grow
when we rise above
things we can never control

time
we define it
we put
numbers
on it

we have dates
we have days
months
years
centuries

but
with all our
math
our desires
we still can't control it

time
is
a hunter
time
is a destroyer

eventually
we
must
pay the piper
aka time

we can
run from time
we can do what we can
to keep time at
arms length

but regardless
of our weak human attempts
time will win
our only choice
use what time we have.........

yesterdays
gone
but remembered

some
remembered
quite fondly

some
forgotten
some on purpose

tomorrows
anticipated
but not revealed

but
today
yes today

it's
where
we must exist