With the Passing of Time

Getting up from my bed used to be so easy.
I felt neither pain nor stress when I did.
Walking around the city used to be fun
And I could attend the galleries with ease.

 

Now getting up feels like heaving boulders
And my head feels heavy and burdened.
Gone are the long walks I once enjoyed
And standing is now a luxury I can't afford.

 

Like everything else in life, things change
And time passes, playing its devilish tricks
Making the past seem sweet and cursing the present
With the future remaining unknown to us all.

 

Is this what it means to get older?

Reviews

[Angela]

Time, as they say, stays still for no one. But, as you grow older you cannot afford to be weary and afraid. I like the hope that this brings.

[Peanuts for Prose]

A different note than what i'm used to from you. I like the analogies.