As we grow...

I read the poem...
your words spoke of all the things you notice and fear...
your body's changes...as the years elapse and we age.
Time is a relentless predator...it will get us all in the end.
Not of us are immune from the effects it hason life and limb...
no antidote for the symptoms we dread.
We are all different..none the same
we will all face the end of lifeon our own terms...
We cannot hide in fearor cower from the its inevitability...
afraid it will get us...it will.
That is a given.
Life is for the living.
We must face it as it comes.
The earth in fresh...
the flowers bloom...
their fragrance calls to us...
the lambs gambol in the leas...
songbirds herald the each day's sunrise...
and the bees buzz as they pollinate...as do we all.
Damn the wrinkles...
Damn those minor aches and pains...
Damn that halting step...
Dry those self- pitying tears...
take a deep breath...fill your lungs with life...
and run...
don't walk...
forward.
Don't look back...our life lies ahead of us.
There will be a price to pay...
but, damn the cost...
keep running...
until we are bathed in the golden glow of twilight
and be laid to rest at last...knowing...we have lived!!