Do

so ok

another year has passed

and a little further down the path

of life we tread

on feet of gold or lead

depending on our mood or strength

So ok

our golden years have gone

now brittle moments come more often

and mending comes more slowly

the chance to be - to achieve excellently

passes by daily

so ok

the path we walk

on blistered feet

with fingers curled against

the flow of age - of battered faces

pressed against the mirror of our lives

so ok

on worn out shoes

with buckled back and twisted features

grin or grim - we plough on through

and curse and gorge ourselves

on yesterday dreams