Poetry: Losing It

Losing it – not sure what it is,
specifically, but it has to do
with confidence and independence.
It is a quickness of response in
mind and body, of movement
and of deciding, an awareness.

We all grow into this from the
beginning and those confusing
middle years, even later
when I ran, as an old man –
marathons, and was fit as
ever, but now – that was then.

We don’t lose anything
but things change and fade
as we age, that’s how it works.
Or we die.

Some are old, others older,
some didn’t make it this far.
With each new day we gain
another new way to discover
and to find who we are
and to do or be,
or am I just too old,
and losing it?

©Bill Reynolds, 5/16/2019

Look both ways. Pay attention, listen closely, or they’ll say you’re losing it.
Mind the gaps. Many have lost it in the gaps.

2 thoughts on “Poetry: Losing It

  1. I think most of us will lose ‘it’ — whatever it is may vary. I’ve lost ‘it’ time to time, sometimes find it again… nope, nope, lost once more. I reckon when we’ve lost it and we don’t remember having it, or worse, think we still do, well that’s worrisome for others who still have it.
    Literal, figurative, you know, word thoughts.

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