“Accepting His Fate” is a poem that describes the feeling of aging. One minute he is a young child where minutes move at a snail’s pace, but then it speeds up out of control. Before he realizes it, old-age has creeped over his shoulder but he has lived a good life. He has no regrets.

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One moment he is a small child

where every minute moves along

at a snails pace,

then with no warning

time speeds up,

spinning out of control

until he no longer recognizes

his face in the mirror.

It creeps over his shoulder

painting fine lines on his forehead,

deepening the sound of his voice,

his muscular active legs

now a rubbery, thin disgrace.

He wakes up in the middle of the night

tossing the covers off,

trudging with his unsteady gait

trying to find the toilet,

before it’s too late.

He sighs in relief,

he made it this far,

his memory flashes pictures

of past days to recall,

he’s lived a good life

no regrets in his way,

accepting his fate

until old age takes him away.

By Brenda Arledge

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