These Days Poem by Phil Soar

These days
My ankles hurt from all the walking
As I take my dogs around the countryside
My heart is extra heavy, carrying so much love
And my grown up kids, have filled my mind with pride.

These days
The past holds very special memories
Treasured pleasures from my childhood years
Packed in boxes, stored inside the 'bogey hole'
The place under the stairs I always feared

These days
The motherboard that holds my processor
And sits inside my skull, till called upon
Is missing now the latest intel medium
And the storage space is there, but almost gone

These days
The sound of silence is a comfort zone
Where I must go to leave the world behind
To dwell a while and search for new encounters
To energise and re-ignite my mind

These days
I am more settled with my loneliness
Preferring my own company to people who
Have called on me when I just feel I need a break
Even though I've many things to do

These days
I crave for nothing more than some more time
So that I may enjoy these later days
To sit and listen to the birds, as spring arrives
And feast on all the sights as nature plays

These days
I give more than I should to others
And spend less time enjoying what I can
And yet you see, these days are just so meaningful
Because you see, these days,
I'm my own man