by LJ Frank

Elder and ancient or advancing to the state of grace called venerable, any age whether healthy or not can be impatient with the clock, for pity or contempt is not a matter of either old or young, wisdom has no minute hand, the face in the mirror is just a mask and I’ve noticed a rhythm with the words of the seasoned individual suggesting experience applied may go in what appears as a circle, like a horse racing back to the place called a starting gate that existed in a different time and context, and the language of our perceived image evolves as we approach the dusk of what might have been though some souls seek the dawn for another joyous taste, perhaps to assuage the end.