Measuring The Distance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Measuring the distance with faded eyesight, preparing the
spinning span of time for it's rest.

Singing in days of old, grasping lightly their melodies,
afraid of breaking their age old clasp.

Tightly holding onto memories lest they fade from minds,
not realizing that when tightly held, present memories
soon fade away.

Living in a fog made from the past, all days somehow lose
their meaning.

Faces of family all around, becoming faces of youth, no
longer hiding truths of age, everything becomes blinded
to this day, today.

Running through corridors of yesterday, reliving childhood,
all of life has suddenly stood still, as once again you
become the child of your youth.

Grown now in body, aged in health, only your mind has the
capacity for eternal youth.

Stepping over the brink of time eternal, moving on towards
death as a little child.