Pretty young thing reminiscence.
Haiku #163
Laziness of youth Is not a generation? But a people thing
Glimpse
I only catch a glimpse Once in a while I see the world-weary face within This youthful countenance And I wonder how anyone believes that I am younger than I am -Kel Dayheart
Aging
As years creep by I seem to dread More and more My raising age As I have Very little to show For it -Kel Dayheart
Old Eyes
The view grows dim As she ages What was once A beautiful, color-filled sight Is warped to a Gray fuzzy mess -Kel Dayheart
Old Advice
Don't get old I'm told As if it is Something I have a say in -Kel Dayheart
These Lines
My life is written on my skin Every bump and scrap has left a memory Some good, Some not so good The lines of my story are laid out bare In the shape of my smile To the wrinkles forming Every moment leaves an etching -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 