The Pond

At ponds edge

So green with living

Memories flow

Of ages younger.

The life once lived

Now failing, older.

Gives hint of past

Once full of wonder

Children play at catching wild ones

remind of younger days.

And what was once a waters respite

Now lingers above a watery grave.

Trails abound for the newer living

Makes one wonder if life is ending.

Where once one ran, and jumped and swam

Is now just resting place to stand.

How much it's missed

This body older

And how I wish

I was much bolder.

I would hike, and swim and run

To bring back memory

Of wonders past

And long lost joy

But now I'm done

And peace does follow

I take my joy

From those much newer.