As Age Creeps On Me Poem by Phil Soar

I took my time and walked along the rugged path
Not wasting time, just taking in the view

The pace I walked at was all I could manage
Since now age was creeping up on me

From behind, it seemed to follow me
This year long process, making me ache

Yet there are options open to me
Sit inside and watch the world go by?

I choose to carry on, until I age no more
Until my eyes no longer take in that view

Of sea and sand, of gorse and heather
No matter the time, no matter the day

Not even the weather
No, I walk because it makes me smile

Gulls that shout their annoyance at me
As I walk through their nesting sites

Never intending to harm a single feather
They do not like my presence, but I like theirs

Walking the rugged path, my soul feels free
As do I

While age creeps slowly up on me