Inevitably Evident
Aging has been definedas a slow march to death;
but that phrase misses the mark,
understates the extraordinary effort
expended in living.
More descriptive would be
to compare our lives
to a race, not a march.
Time does not pass
with steadiness
nor is it cadenced.
At times it seems to stand still,
caught up in heartache,
we can be prisoners of the past,
paused in its grip.
Then there are the surges
when time accelerates -
children growing up,
jobs demanding our focus,
friendships and fellowship,
squeezing ourselves to fit
into all the different compartments
needing our moments.
Some live until the last breath.
Whether emboldened
by the inevitable end
or sheltered by denial,
they move forward steadily
until the parade’s end.
But others of us -
children now grown,
parents now gone,
friends passing on,
our bodies slowing -
begin to measure our steps.
We have survived the traumas,
embraced the joys,
carried the weight
and the wonder.
Now we find comfort in stillness,
in quieter mornings,
in sunsets peacefully watched,
in night skies filled with stars.
This is not surrender,
but recognition, and acceptance.
The evidence inevitable:
we have lived.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-02-13 at 02:48
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