Is there ever a year
when our lives pause long
enough to take stock and let
our spirits catch
up with the changes being wrought
by the passage of time
It is cliche to engage in
lamentations around the
inexorable approach of the
end but it comes anyway
so you have to face it
sooner or later
Sitting in Starbucks I look
at the men and women who drive
themselves to eat drink think
pray act right so that they can
avoid the fear that it is all
for naught and inevitable
I imagine that I am the realist
among them and smile to myself
that I have a handle on things
until I stand up, back aching
and see myself in reflection
drooping skin fear-filled eyes
So I find solace in Facebook
living through friends whose
new babies 5K runs and fresh starts
herald decades of potential and
change until they too sit in Starbucks
wishing the clock would slow
Enough of this self-indulgence
time to grab camera dog and life
and capture a moment of beginning
rather than wallow in the finality
of ending
Its all good
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It is so true that time seems to go so fast as one ages. How this is I really don’t understand as it should be slowing down as my life itself has slowed down. When I was working and had a family and volunteer work and just plain living time should have whizzed by. Instead I was always aware of the days and the times and what was happening around me as if in slow motion. Now I have no job, no family to care for, am too lame to volunteer for much, spend my days……..well, I spend a good part of them reading and blogging on the Internet and I do read a lot and I keep the apartment neat and do laundry and walk Dinah and feed Felix and Gaylord and putter in my garden. Sometimes I paint or quilt or sew. But here it is Friday and I can not for the life of me remember just what happened to Thursday or Wednesday or even Tuesday. It was Monday and all of a sudden it is Friday. BB