we move slowly

we move slowly
into

the shade.
into the later years

of old age.
we limp

with cane
with

hand in hand
towards

the open grave.

we move slowly in this
heat

of summer, nearing
fall, then
winter.

the wind of time

has colored us grey.
what smiles
there were, what love

was new
has vanished. the youth

we once believed
would never end

has slipped away.