Slipping through my fingers
Every year, day, minute, second
Time passing by faster and faster
Life slips away with every breath I take
I look at the mirror
Noticing every fine line and wrinkle
Rubbing in a million lotions and serums
Hoping to turn back time
But the orb before me reminds me
To take a breath
And just live
Focus on the colours instead of
The black and white in my hair
About “Slipping Through My Fingers”:
This poem was inspired by Kevin’s No Theme Thursday prompt for the week. He has so many great images as always this week. You can check out all his prompts for the week here.
“Slipping Through My Fingers” is a poem about aging and how sometimes we tend to focus on the wrong things. I do that too. Sometimes I focus way too much on the more difficult aspects of aging, the ones I can do without. But then I remember, aging is such a privilege that not everyone gets and that’s something to be grateful for. There is so much beauty out there in the world, so many colours all around us. We should be experiencing life instead of focusing on the negative.
This year, I really want to do that. Experience all I can that life has to offer. Not focus on my laugh lines, the ever increasing greys or the frown lines that are slowly becoming permanent. The title was inspired by this song:
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