Growing Old While Waiting In Line

Growing Old While Waiting In Line

I find myself shrinking with fear,

trembling a touch making contact-in the eyes,

peering through the windows,

beyond the fragile glassy panes.

Shuddering at the cataract reflection-

noticing my naked youth

while waiting in line...

Patience reminds

Your turn will come

when this wait is done

my eyes avoid noticing

further running to a spot

liver on the empty face

of my spotted analog watch

hands fidget childishly

feet shuffle deliberately

I don't have much time

My heart thumps wildly,

Primate pounding fists-

I am Alive!

Discontented rumblings remind

of a scent, a smell, a pale zest,

for Life in this free Time

a penny for my thoughts

with inflation of receding interest

-I ponder-

What's is it worth?Is this the cost-

Of time well spent?

Tic-toc goes the clock...

Perpetual seconds elapse

When we are born do we know?

The time of our death?

Slipping glasses on bridges

rose colored reflections

of what used to be

fitted with sagging drapes

can't hold on to it all-no Time

to hold back- the time Now

replaced Impatience for Pabulum

to do, to have to do

and why not do?

Yet I see through porcelain

dentistry, the hollowed

gum smile, a knowing wink

(flinching blink) I smile back

knowing I'll make it

(on Time)

while waiting in line…

Painting by Karl Aegerter "Waiting in Line". Image from Wikimedia By Taxidermized (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons