The view of aging from a man in his 40’s.
When the sun begins its long ascent
to the sky;
one thinks it will never reach its peak.
When the sun hovers overhead
during mid morning;
one thinks it is their own shine
permanently placed to keep them beaming with youth.
When the sun begins its short descent;
doubts and second thoughts
begin to creep.
One starts to wonder what it will feel like
watching the sad, sad sunset.
Wondering if a mark,
or an everlasting imprint;
will be left behind.
The goals of youth, long past;
realities of age, fresh.
Dark thoughts persist;
fearing what it will be like
to leave this life
falling far short of youthful dreams.
thinking that the sunset will come
far too soon.