Hourglass

I'm old, weary, no longer the younger generation

I'm tired, careworn, no longer swimming and climbing

Where have the days of youth run to and hide?

Alas, age does nothing but dim our memories 

of the evidence it was ever there

I wish for the days of running, carefree,

I long for not worrying about other peoples concerns

I yearn for starting life all over again

To turn over the hourglass.