"Grow old with me. The best is yet to be."
- Robert Browning -
Time to "try my hand" at something new.
Original to Steemit, I've written a sonnet about aging.
Old Hands - Original image by Duncan Cary Palmer
Old Hands
by Duncan Cary Palmer
Though creases and white hair adorn my face,
My image in the glass I soon forget.
More pressing problems rapidly replace
Awareness that, to time, I've paid a debt.
But even as I ply each daily round,
Two sentinels remind me of my plight.
Avoid them, I cannot, for without sound,
Relentlessly they torment, day and night.
I see them as each task I execute.
No respite will they grant, no judgement stay.
The fact they herald, I cannot refute.
They tell me Father Time has had his way.
My two hands tell a story, plain and bold.
I can’t escape their truth; I’ve become old.
*FIN*
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