FEELING AS FADED AS THE WRINKLES IN MY JEAN’S.

26 Nov

Feeling, as faded as the wrinkles in my jean’s; wishing, I were still in open spacious spaces and in my teens.

As time springs upon us with little grace and leaves us in an open shrinking space.

Like, from large spacious house to down sized apartment; then, to room to be accompanied by nursing home and room shared with another.

And, left to reflect on one’s life before death and we once in open specious fields, forest, prairies, mountains, oceans, air and city spaces.

It is amazing what time achieves without our realization of it’s rushing accumulative effects on our open spacious spaces and us.

And, we wishing that we were still; that, what we once were.   And, longingly wishing for those open spacious spaces.   That once we traveled on.  Of, open specious fields, forest, prairies, mountains, oceans, air and city places spaces.

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