Time has measure our steps

firmness of flesh

took leave on the autumn winds

locks of auburn and gold

wasked away in the fickled sands

of youth's ebbing tide

nature's blessings have turned us

a shoulder now cold

in the sea of humanity

we travel not at the crest

of the bold waves

but pool at the far shore's edge

tranquility we once viewed

in arrogant disdain

now blankets our peaceful domain

the innnate comfort

we note as self evident

rabid competition of posturing

resides in our scrapbooks and photos

kudos, who knows

while we luxuriate in observations

of the same amongst

youthful combatants

who still folly, sloshing in the mud

of trivial pursuits

piteous laments say you?

nay say we

mere observations

of games we too played

our daily prayers now

a simple, bring us another sunrise

to those succeeding us we say

watch keenly

for the intrepid winds of autumn

will soon be upon you

from out of nowhere's domain