Crunch
i could hear it…
my knee made its presence known
i couldn’t ignore the crunch
as i took the step into the unknown
i tried to hide the chagrin
why we approach new horizons
with embarrassment
how i could possibly behold a new sight
and not be appreciative of my discerning eye
the view itself
got caught in my chest
i’d been here before, a time way back when
perhaps that’s the greatest youthful lament
to never truly understand the beauty
at our fingertips
until, like the sands of time
we feel it slip
be gentle then, indulge my friend
you didn’t know what you didn’t know
this is the oldest and wisest you’ve ever been
and you’ll never be this young again…
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