Aging
It is not a freight train, it doesn't just hit you one morning in the bathroom.
There is no bolt of lightning, no flash of realization.
Looking back, at first it seems that way when you realize you are aging.
It is the very first time you have realized that you realize you are aging that is sudden.
The acceptance of aging is as insidious as aging itself.
It is a slow patient bleeding of your youth, your health, and your time.
A rate so slow as to pass unnoticed.
The march of mortality striking out the last naivete of youth.
My time *is* limited
There is no bolt of lightning, no flash of realization.
Looking back, at first it seems that way when you realize you are aging.
It is the very first time you have realized that you realize you are aging that is sudden.
The acceptance of aging is as insidious as aging itself.
It is a slow patient bleeding of your youth, your health, and your time.
A rate so slow as to pass unnoticed.
The march of mortality striking out the last naivete of youth.
My time *is* limited