Changes

Slowly time drains our life,
Creeping and sneaking.
Wishing away trouble and strife,
walking and weakening.

Silently sitting, thinking,
of all those years ago.
wanting to go back to the beginning
O how time goes so slow!

From a naive mind,
to aged and Grey
once perfect sight, now turned blind
happy to walk, yet prefer to lay.

Thoughts blurry
memory fading
always surly
times are changing