Wild Journey

LInking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform brought to us by Sanaa

and The Sunday Muse

How stunning are the changes which age makes in a man while he sleeps!  ~Mark Twain

It has been a wild journey

 and my soul has weathered many a storm

but my heart lost the sturdy umbrella

a long time ago

this makes for a sloppy passage

and wet shoes

I used to leap over puddles with ease

but now I tend to 

wade through slowly

like a used jalopy bus

in the rain

I don't mind a little mud

just give me somewhere warm

to dry my socks

and take a load off with friends of a feather

and I am happy

there is a luxury a mature heart knows

the comfort of knowing not to rush

and of course the wild journey of the past

has given us bad knees.