The Middle

Silent slumber be my only salvation When jibber jabber brings infernal frustration Tiny pin pricks in my heart, my mind, my soul Looking young so I'm told Yet inside I feel old Many many memorious days Some bright and vivid some lost in a haze Matters not what now, only what had been A devilish grin For days of playful sin And the gentle breeze of summer softly whispers into fall Pigments change like the leaves my spritely walk becomes a crawl For time will tease me now with its wistful wand As I paddle on In life's murky pond.