Saturdays come and go too quickly nowadays
coming together as the sundays, mondays
and tuesdays fly by almost unseen when
then
wednesdays barely say, hello, along with
thursdays
and fridays, so discretely having been dragged
along before saturday, once again,
visits
then hesitate to speak of how fast aprils
and mays
arrive wishing them to stay longer their visits for
they bring their brilliance of color and
the sounds
of fauna pleasingly playing through the
summer’s
sunny days when then too soon and too long a stay,
come the cold and grey, a burden upon my aging body
then there's the years that have insidiously flown
by
garnering and gathering forlorn memories
that bring
tears not because of dread but
because too quickly
and too fast they have become my
past whilst knowing
little of my time left before i need to dress in the
attire for that eternal rest
