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.

As time comes on us; with, little grace and leaves us in an open shrinking space.

Like, from large spacious house to down sized apartment; and, 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 once specious open 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 space 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 fields, forest, prairies, mountains, oceans, air and city spaces.

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