Challenge
Mid-life
"...the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday." (Eleanor Roosevelt) Poetry or prose.
it passes so rapidly
those days in sunshine
with taut glowing skin
a twinklingly blink
betwixt vapid puberty
and wrinkled hallows
longingly awaited
wasted in careless ticks
swipes texts games rest
gone slipped away
what remains shadows
what might have been