May  3, 2021

OLD  AGE

 

I had to stop and catch my breath,

as the autumn leaves sped by me –

running with the wind – and the kids

playing in the school yard across

the street didn’t notice me either.

 

Us old folks know the metaphor of

autumn leaves. Winter is coming.

 

I saw two kids the other day – one

with a blue balloon – the other with

a soap bubble maker. They seemed

to love seeing a balloon or a bubble

floating in the air – but both burst.

 

Us old folks know the metaphor of

running out of air. Bubbles burst.

 

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021