Silver Edged

I know not these strangers eyes, Peering back from silver edged reflection, I do not recognize these lines etched, Upon wrinkled skin, and silver edged hair, I know not this hardened voice that speaks, So slowly, silver edged with age, I do not remember this body so fragile, Trapped inside this silver edged life, I had youth, it came and went too soon, The days of play and nights of innocence gone, It's as if I awoke one day, and all that was before, Had been replaced by my fathers world, No more the endless games of tag, and hide-and-seek, Spin-the-bottle, kiss the girls, To never again ride that bike without the training wheels, Or skate across the square, Gray now, that is my face I see, Reflected back into a soul anxious for redemption, Everyday a waiting game, just to see, How long it takes to find the roads end, Fatigued now, weary body dragged along to, Wherever the long day takes it, Apprehensive, but not frightened, wishing, I had taken those seldom used trails, Silver edged, this life has become, My memory left to those who still have youth, I give them my knowledge, and hope that they, Pass it on to whomever comes after them, I hope that someday the song of life, Will include my puny tale in it's forever rhyme, And, I can only hope that someday, Someone will see the real me within this silver edge......... Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 04:15 PM PST   0 • 1