Changes

I lean into life

Plodding along the shore

Of this terrestrial being

Through the shifting sands

Of my mortal desires


Thundering change crashes

Upon my shores

Foaming up and over my days

Drowning the very breath

Of permanence


Searching the swept sands

For reason, enrichment, and joy

Settling for challenge,

Frustration, and weariness.

I stagger


The wind moans

Of freedoms that lie

Outside the grasp

Of broken fingers

And arthritic knuckles


Behind me

Stretches images

Of my battles

Ahead shimmers

Tomorrow’s mist shrouded promise


Life’s destruction

When left behind

Will settle like dust

And the goodness of time

Will forever call me forward.

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