That Time Poem by Claude H Oliver II

I’m at that time
When family elders leave, never returning
When old friends become bygones
When familiar is no longer
When past visions fade
When young grow tall and strong
Supplanting those who’ve gone.

I’m at that time
When crowds from youth leave my door
When reflection on my time replaces recreation
Facing my approaching exit door
Same as those gone before
Thankful for loving and being loved
Sharing, enjoying life’s simple gifts
Amazed by abundance we ignore each day.

I’m at that time.

March 13,2014