Reflections
a poem of life
Way back when I was ten
and stilted in perspective,
all looked so different then,
now older I’m reflective.
The story is embellished,
by experience and age
and each day at work and play
I turn another page.
Things are changed and rearranged,
I cannot run or skip
and when travelling distance,
I need transport for the trip.
My mind remembers well,
the freedom of the breeze,
running leaping jumping,
swimming in rough seas.
Suppleness strength and stamina,
muscles hard as steel,
seemingly elastic limbs,
pain I couldn’t feel.
Things I took for granted,
now are tangible,
perception’s the barometer
and dreams are actual.
I walk and talk and stay within,
parameters of my ability,
careful to step the right way
and account for my fragility.
The body’s weak the mind is strong,
a reversal’s taken place,
my intellect and wisdom,
both now lead the race.
Thoughts filter through my mind,
a soliloquy of life,
a conversation with myself,
truth cuts like a knife.
I’ll keep the conversation,
the rhythm and the rhyme,
continuing to talk about,
each day from time to time.
©
David Rudder
23rd July 2020
Thank you for reading.
