Time to ticking away

It’s been sneaking around
Behind the scenes
First it start with a wrinkle
And then failing knees

The children are aware
Though they seem blasé
That times ticking by
And it is not okay

Once grey less
Sparkling eyes
Smooth skin

Soon bottes of dye
And creams
I do need

And those babies
That were once
So dependent on me
Make suggestions
On fashion
And exercise routines

And the worst part of all
Is the mirror I see
Once welcoming, loving
Reflections of me

I avoid it
Like plague settled into town
I sidestep and scurry
I should just take them down

My theory in part
Is that if I don’t check
And look into that traitor
Staring down my neck

I won’t have to admit
That times marching on
I can act as if I
Am still twenty
And strong

But it’s clear
That I am
Getting older you see
And it’s happening to you
To them, can’t you see

Should I fight this youth taker
This killer if dreams
Or should I embrace
That a miracles happening to me

I think that the latter
Will just have to do
Times taking its toll
But I always feel new

Every day I awake
With new thoughts and emotions
I have wisdom far more
Than a young girl
would notion

So you see
I am clearly
Accepting my fate
I am riding the wave
Walking towards that big gate

And on that note
My friends
I will bid my adieu
After all of this writing
I now need to snooze


About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website, www.write2survive.com, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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