Decline through Time
Once I flew up the stairs, two steps, then three,
Now one small step feels too much for me.
In Munnar, I raced up and down the hills,
Now each flat step takes my breath.
In the name of yoga, I would stand on my crown,
Now just standing straight feels like falling down.
I once wore multitasking like a graceful art,
But now, time's slow hands pull me away.
Oh, what age and time can do!
A woman who once did everything, now not so much.
Once I danced and worked through the day,
Now I shuffle in slippers, no longer proud.
I’d carry groceries, ride a bike,
Now my fingers tremble for a grip.
In the garden, I’d kneel with dirt on my hands,
Now my knees protest, and rebel to bend.
I’d read a book while stirring the pot,
Now finding my glasses is a big task.
I’d laugh so easily, full of light and song,
Now even joy feels a distant dream.
Though hands and knees
Have slowed in their race,
Heart still holds love, and
Mind holds sweet memories.
[October 2024]
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