Day by day I feel my life slipping away
I see the lines forming and the steel in my hair
I see my children growing, moving away
I spend more time thinking on what might have been
And less on what might yet be
Less time chasing dreams, coveting things
Time is more precious than ever before
Feel a need to try to live just a little more

Time speeds along and life is a thing that simply happens
Difficult to plan or foresee or indeed, control
I see my reflection these days and have to wonder
Who is it that looks back at me?
I chuckle at things my parents said to me
As I hear myself saying those very same things
About feeling young yet looking older
About possessions and people, values and dreams

It’s like a favorite song of mine that says
“Just when you got life finally figured out you die”
So many mistakes, so many needless worries
So many stupid ambitions and silly thoughts
Those lines and that steel in my hair are the
Patterns my wasteful stupidity created
But they add up to something immensely precious
Wisdom of a kind...

Originally posted at Asteroth's Domain