OLDER NOW
I woke up this morning,
After an old man's restless night.
Tired and sore from a young man's dream,
Of running miles and working hard.
As I stood with bones creaking out alarms,
I started to count the scars I gained,
Through years of pain and carelessness,
White streaks and dark memories.
After an hour's war between mirror and sight,
The final count was twenty and three.
Perhaps I might live another fifty years.
Time enough to count the scars etched upon my heart.
~by bronzefist~