The world glides past,
beyond my closed window and door
It’s pace unchecked by my age and infirm.
The sound vibrant with worldly life mocks my lust For peace
And lost youth.
But the current is now too swift
For one such as I to swim
Or be swept on tides of a stray emotion
Time has stolen my vehicle of motion
But granted the wisdom
That it denied me in my youth
