The Light

Old age creeping up behind my eyes too young
Too soon clouding up the memories.
And the taste of life in my mouth
Once so sweet is now too bitter ...too bitter.
Young lust ...now so trite , so empty
Too primal and solid, too soft
The want perverted and lost among
Needs too strong and convoluted.
Old age treading lightly on the boards
Of a play too soon over,
Too short, too abstract, too pointless,
Too purposeless.
Could I step back into youth too soon ended it would be too little...
Much too little to cut the acerbic wit of life too long.
The cloud too soon overtaken, the fog too great, the murkiness
Much too deep...ohh so deep.
The light though.....the light.
Such clarity and purpose in the light .
Just so soft and understanding....just so bright.