well am officially over the hill … the view offers a field of wildflowers
the tree of knowledge.
and if you take your binoculars out, can see vultures in the distance
circling over a graveyard of dead dreams
yet still a few rest in pockets
within easy reach
complex considerations
fingers move over the smooth surface of hope
nothing remarkable
untouchable as music
waiting for another horizon
and i smile
because no one can take away the journey
footsteps crushed in the grass
gentle breeze
time a friend
just this once
while the sunshine lasts
and the dreams weigh you down
only as far as the distance
speaks
From an other-wise-sane perspective 
nice!
thanks….
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This is a great ‘over the hill’ poem. But remember you pick up speed going down which is the fun part. >KB
that’s what the bad knees and bad back are for! lol …. slow ya down …..!
That’s only physically. It’s the mental part that opens like undiscovered country.>KB
I’ve been tugging on the rope too long…finally it’s time to push
a right earned….. 🙂
Gosh, I hope I’m not over the hill…lol… I like the comment about picking up speed on the way down
🙂 lol……. Yea sometimes warp speed……!