A blustery wind blows and scatters my mind
"Glimpses Of Time"
Throwing memories astray so hard to find
Aging, creaking, britteling bones
Have with stood the battles on this long weary road
Eyes that have dimmed with the sentence of age
Had captured glimpses of forgotten times
Skin that is pierced with winkles of years
A voice much softer and harder to hear
The road has been long and endured by many
Scarifices great and hardships many
But such is it to be
For the price of life is not cheap nor free
You will pay for the luxury of the youth you devour
and it will be more evident with each passing hour.
One day when you look in a mirror you pass
You'll be wondering just who, is looking back.
At that second you will see,
The price of life is not cheap nor free.
By Shirl©
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