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.

Sadness fills;

thinking that the sunset will come

far too soon.