Father Time is at my back
Telling my face it’s time to crack
Calling my eyes that never wore glasses
To put them on now, to join all the masses
Telling my memory
Hey you’re getting slow
Ha, you don’t remember which way to go
Forgot what you came into the kitchen for
Forgot your keys left in the front door
Um, I know I know you
Can’t remember your name
Thanks for nothing Father Time
I know you’re to blame
I walk by the mirror
I noticed a bend
Slight bend in back
And I’m going to fight back
Sit up straight, stand up tall
Not going to hunch
Not going to be small
Father Time does his bidding
Regardless my plan
I once was 5’8”
Now 5’7” I stand
The things I remember
With perfect acuity
Are inane and random
But suit me and soothe me
I remember the lyrics
To every song
The music I’ve loved
For so very long
The songs from my childhood
From teens, 20’s til now
Stay fresh and alive
In my mind, makes me wow
Mother Nature just loves me
She knows I love her
She knows I love all that she offers
And I value her love
She fights for me too
Tells Father Time to back off
Father Time looks at Mother
He gives her a scoff
He’ll back off a little
But he’ll get his due
I might stave off some aging
For some years; maybe few
Father Time doesn’t like
That I fight him and his deeds
It’s job to age me
And cramp all my needs
I am persistent
Don’t give up the fight
Taking good care of myself
Day and night
Going the extra mile every day
To keep Father Time
Further away
He’s catching up to me
The faster I run
He giggles at me
“ha ha, here I come”
I accept that he’s there
I accept what will come
But today Father Time
I’m still on the run
YOU WRITING IS AWESOME. THE MUSIC PICTURES YOU PICK, ARE SO PERFECT. YOUR VERY TALENTED SIS. LOVE YOU.
Thank you so much sis….and thanks very, very much for actually going to my blog and reading my stories!!!! Love you xoxo
how refreshing to put the inevitable that all of us face. . .that every day of our lives we age and don’t notice it because “we look the same. . . .and one day we wake with the realization that the person is the mirror looks to be aging . . . . a wrinkle here, a gray hair there, the forgetting of a name or a phone number there. . . . what was it that I was going to do. . . yes Kat, you phrased and presented it so eloquently!!!! Thank you. . . . for no matter what, your intellect is sharp still and Father Time can’t diminish your talent or intelligence.
Bravo 🙂
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