Life's Circle.

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Life's Circle.

 

As they wobble, and mumble,

We stare at them and giggle,

These trembling legs and quivering hands,

As though they were never young.

Age having robbed them of vitality,

Wrinkles hollow their faces like a sheet,

Failing eyes, lagging memories, sagging jowls.

Nothing is the same as life's atteries drain,

And they each day imcreasingly looking strange,

Women and men once strong and vibrant.

We think and wonder like it was their fate;

As though we will never walk their path.

A year passes as quick as a day;

It is the turn of others to stare and giggle,

As we wobble and mumble.

 

A. King. 15.12.2018

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