Getting Old

Sparking Diamonds, lustrous pearls
and shinny gold.
All these things I would
give to keep from turning old.

Time…how quick it goes!
Youth spent chasing day
dreams and unreachable
goals.

I look back and wonder how
could I have been so unaware of
the days and years that passed
in a lightning flash.

Now all I have left are broken dreams,
and bitter tears, wasted on yesterday’s years.

Tomorrow will come, but it’s promised
to the new youth.
I will have to survive on yesterday’s
truth.

But that’s fate.
Tears of regret…
it too damn late.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2003

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