The Passing

The Passing

8-2-16

I look down upon my arm

sun spots peppered across it like stars in the sky

every one a reminder of the years

and all the memories that make up my life

 

I’m somewhere between the beginning and the end

too young to feel old and too old to be young

watching one generation find their feet

while another is looking to what’s above

 

The hands of time have full grip of me now

all I can do is hold on tight and not let go

there will be plenty of bumps and bruises along the way

but I know I won’t have to go through it alone

 

It’s hard to place where all the moments have gone

what once felt like forever is now the blink of an eye

but now I know that life is in the moments

and I will not let them pass me by