Turning Back The Clock
Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 2:46 pm
On Monday we had a bit of a gathering made up of family oldies to welcome a long lost 3rd or 4th Cousin and her husband from England ( related on my wife’s side).
I unfortunately was on antibiotics and couldn’t join in fully with the festivities, but staying sober allowed me to have a real close look at our clearly aging figures. So I have penned this little poem in memory of that day – Don’t think I had better show it to the Rellies - Terry
TURNING BACK THE CLOCK
The trials of life have taken toll and we are all aware,
about our spreading waistlines and the thinning of our hair,
With hearing slowly fading and some eyesight’s on the wane,
We’re facing life with humor as we gather here again.
I study all the faces of my kinfolk one by one,
and note the signs of aging that has clearly now begun.
The good times and the sadness I can see it plainly now,
it’s etched into the creases of each face and furrowed brow
I see their eyes still sparkle; happy with the path they tread,
the fires of life still drive them to the challenges ahead.
Old photos of our forebears have us pause in silent thanks,
remembering their hardships and the thinning of their ranks.
My mind then starts to wander to the days of long before,
I watch the years now melt away until we’re young once more.
These women young and beautiful had set our hearts afire;
the men so smart and dashing for the lasses to admire.
But soon I waken from my dream and look around once more,
and see the aging faces that once made our pulses soar.
The burning flames of passion may have faded in some ways,
it’s friendship some now treasure in the twilight of their days.
******
© T.E. Piggott 5/5/2011
I unfortunately was on antibiotics and couldn’t join in fully with the festivities, but staying sober allowed me to have a real close look at our clearly aging figures. So I have penned this little poem in memory of that day – Don’t think I had better show it to the Rellies - Terry
TURNING BACK THE CLOCK
The trials of life have taken toll and we are all aware,
about our spreading waistlines and the thinning of our hair,
With hearing slowly fading and some eyesight’s on the wane,
We’re facing life with humor as we gather here again.
I study all the faces of my kinfolk one by one,
and note the signs of aging that has clearly now begun.
The good times and the sadness I can see it plainly now,
it’s etched into the creases of each face and furrowed brow
I see their eyes still sparkle; happy with the path they tread,
the fires of life still drive them to the challenges ahead.
Old photos of our forebears have us pause in silent thanks,
remembering their hardships and the thinning of their ranks.
My mind then starts to wander to the days of long before,
I watch the years now melt away until we’re young once more.
These women young and beautiful had set our hearts afire;
the men so smart and dashing for the lasses to admire.
But soon I waken from my dream and look around once more,
and see the aging faces that once made our pulses soar.
The burning flames of passion may have faded in some ways,
it’s friendship some now treasure in the twilight of their days.
******
© T.E. Piggott 5/5/2011