He used to be so strong
But gravity and time
Have done their worst-
Pulling on his skin
Stretching it
Making it sag
Before replacing it
Back onto his face, his body
Making him look aged
Well beyond his years.
He used to be an extrovert
Easygoing and outgoing
But his age is catching up with him
While his friends and family
Leave him behind-
Left to fend for himself
Without company
Or even a helping hand.
He used to be naive
But life has been rough on him-
He has struggled
And strived for success
As he wares himself out
Working hard to obtain
The American Dream
Gone are his looks
Youth and innocence
Replaced with the wisdom of an experienced man.
“Pulling on his skin” Reminds me of how it is to work clay, I wonder are we all being shaped by an unseen hand?
Very deep comment, I like that thought though. That’s definitely something to think about, and you’ve given me a prompt for another day :] Thanks!
I think we are all being shaped by an unseen hand/energy, but its our thoughts that direct the hand, and we don’t realize that, because its easier, more convenient to blame something outside of us.
That is a very unique and refreshing way to look at things. I truly value and appreciate your perspective.
No Worries 🙂
Thank you so much for dropping by my blog. I so appreciate it. I will be checking out yours also. Alesia
Thank you :]
Very good Tamara. I could think of a few people this reminds me of. Your so talented!! Good job sweetie
Thanks! It’s always nice to be able to relate to the things that you read.