Enjoy the Ride

Like a thought or a moment

Slipping skyward

While daylight dissolves

On dusk’s tongue

Is the carefree hour

Of youth

On the stage of middle-age

We sense

A merciless turning of page

And keen, echoing

Declarations

Of truth

We cannot stem the flow

Of thought or moments

They come, they go

And all we can do, as we're caught in its tide

Is hang on for dear life

And enjoy the ride

© Janet Martin

 We had a family reunion today...LOTS of ages present to celebrate my oldest sister's B-day...and it struck me as I looked at all the teenagers how BRIEF their 'forever young' years are(and there is no way they can know it)! Seriously, at that age we are all going to be young for a LONG time;))