Our Setting SunA Poem by AAmellTime escapes no one.It’s eye opening to look at your parents when you begin to
grow up. I mean, when you really grow up. Mentally. To look down upon your own smiling kids, Running around their siblings and cousins, full of energy, As you once did as a child. And to then look up into the faces of your aging parents, The harsh wind has blown their hair grey, The heavy air has made their backs droop, You look on to them even as that same harsh wind draws deep
lines in your face, And you realize the ultimate truth: That time is the hurricane in the distance that you can’t
outrun, It is that sun that you can’t stop from setting, The stars that you can’t stop from fading. The young and energetic parents that you once looked up to As they picked you up to see the stars above the mountain
tops, Are slowing with time, and fading with those same stars. The mantle that once smelled like Old Spice and shone with
the jewelry of your mother’s wrists Awaits in the distance, ready for you to sit upon it in due
time. Your children have filled the shoes you once wore, Those energetic, hopeful, blissful shoes that once filled
your heart with wonder, Your parents will follow in the footsteps of the ones before
them, Taking Time’s hand and looking back upon their kids as they
walk into the sunset. And you will feel the sting of it all as the harsh wind
blows grey into your hair, And the stars that you now show your children will one day
dim for you. © 2017 AAmellAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAAmellYUCAIPA, CAAboutI'm 25 years old, have been married for over 1 year now, have a 2 year old son, am going to school full time for English: Linguistics, and work full time as the sole source of income for my family at .. more..Writing
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