we both know

we will eventually

lose one another,

you

as I grow very old

me

as you grow up

for both of us

that time will come

too soon,

I watch you thrive

you not noticing

that each day I fall

one more step

further behind you,

it's rightly so, your days

are being filled with

exciting things to do

whereas mine are

gradually becoming

empty, like a pocket

with a hole,

one day you will find

another sort of love

and understand how life

changes love as we age.

~

© Graham R Sherwood 08/25