We gather. Move into.
Absorb the years. Claim the day,
wonder about the past.
Unclaimed and unfinished
minutes become armies of hours,
dissolving as they pass, draining
beneath us, out of us,
drowning us in the air we breathe.
In youth our legs championed obstacles.
Our dreams outdistanced everything.
As gladiators we overcame
and conquered.
Open windows release the songs
we remember. Warm with
dreams. September beckons.
Roger Singer 