What is close,

I sometimes don’t see.

Some in life, ...

Today I tried to make sense,

Of old cables rusting in time.

But nothing worthwhile, ...

If you’re old,

Rusty and cracked,

It’s no reason to be sad, ...

Today,

I saw something old.

It looked nice, ...

One day he accepted,

That being grounded,

Was his life’s path. ...

Today’s windows,

Are the new kind.

For letting air in, ...

To see oneself,

Through different eyes,

Can be a gift, ...

Flying was once a dream,

And now a reality.

Feeling overwhelmed, ...

Glossy or matt.

Wet or dry.

It’s hard to tell, ...

When clouds,

Block my view,

There’s a good reason, ...

A few olden relics,

In time turn to classics.

They stay around, ...

Tonight,

The sky to red turned.

Yet something inside, ...

Reality is at times painted.

Disguised, in everyday life.

For some it matters not. ...

When a friend is close by,

Growing old is rather nice.

A familiar scent, ...

Broken, and

Trapped behind bars.

Some days feel strange, ....

Hot summer days,

Are here to stay.

How times have changed, ...

Today’s clouds,

Paint a different sky.

They look threatening, ...

Monday morning,

And back to work.

It may appear calm, ...

A day,

For memories to rewind.

Another year passing by. ...

Finding one’s way,

Is often hard.

Mountains, valleys, ...