The Corridors Of Life Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

The Corridors of Life

Through corridors of woodland,in and out as I go,
Thinking of friends I use to know,
Dreaming of a happy time long, long ago.

Reflecting on where they have gone,
Some departed, some live on.
I move to an old album and look at a dear one

I use to know when I passed this way before.
In youth, I wondered the country over, but no more,
In twilight years I trod gently, not knowing the score.

Memories cloud my mind and I am haunted by a time
I could have conquered the world and still be free.
But now, as I gaze at old photographs, I can see

Reflections of what I once was, the real McCoy,
When life was filled with fun and joy…
But Youth Transforms as fast as time goes by.

Clouds swiftly float with the breeze above.
While young couples search for true love
I look for symbols and find turtle dove.

As time speeds up, I slow down the pace.
I understand my limits and depart the race
Still hoping to find an exit from this maze.

Gracefully, I bow out, taking up my position
Without qualms or propositions.
In the end, the choice is mine, I make the decisions.

Old age is something that comes to us all,
Like the seasons, spring, summer, and fall,
To us all it comes, long, short and tall.