life is passing, swiftly, by.
No time for, apprehensive, fools.
You’ll feel, sometimes, like asking why,
but that’s not in the rules.
Changes mock us, line and hue,
not all for good, not all so sweet.
New age values leave us blue.
We’re, fast, becoming obsolete.
There’s value in maturity
a lifetime of moments, of merits earned.
No not just, old age, security
but knowledge, we’ve lived, we’ve loved, we’ve learned.