Time has slithered by without a word

leaving knowing mind baffled

with clear vision blurred

and sturdy frame corroded.

 

It has brought a storm of light

that struck me with new experience

and showered in both pain and delight,

only to calm momentarily as a joke.

 

This period of life carried with it

an orchid I have come to adore

that shows compassion for a misfit,

and so I water its roots with devotion.

 

New era has added blended opinion

from ripened fruits of seasons past

and youth who speak but do not listen;

their maturity falls with grades as company.

 

Now a point of renewal peeks its head

as if to entice me to carry on

and let go of what is dead,

yet we will see what comes back.

 

For histories death is by what has passed,

but the future marks its rebirth.