As I think about retiring <br />my youth I think of rehiring <br />with its party nights and flirty days <br />tomorrow was a distant haze <br /> <br />But now it’s tomorrow <br />I’m no longer rowdy <br />been through joy and sorrow <br />days sunlit and cloudy <br /> <br />Aging shadows of daring dreams <br />cool the ground on streets exquisite <br />where we burst at our seams <br />at this place I gently visit <br /> <br />On the road of recollections <br />of the Springtimes of my eyes <br />mosaics of memories framed <br />in the graying Winter of my skies <br /> <br />When I think of what I know <br />sometimes I’d rather be there <br />if for no other reason <br />I’d have a full head of hair<br /><br />Alan Buckholtz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aging-shadows/
