Growing Old

I do not recall the beginning 

Perhaps I was never meant to? 

But, two lives forever were changed 

They guided a soul into the world 

They dispelled the chaos of unknown 

They shielded me from the storms 

Through them I experienced the world 

And through me they experienced life 

I do not recall the beginning 

Perhaps that is what love is for? 

I am often lost, afraid and uncertain 

I struggle to find my way, I cry, I learn 

Sometimes it is all but too much 

I often make mistakes, I fail, I learn 

Sometimes it escapes me, I do not understand

Perhaps that is what life is for? 

I am not who I want to be, or am I? 

Perhaps that is what the journey is for? 

I am far more lonely than I would ever admit 

Perhaps that is what pain is for? Life? 

I am afraid to be close, or am I? 

Perhaps that is what love is for? Friends? 

I don’t have many certainties 

Isn’t there some kind of beauty in that? 

All that I am and all the I ever will be?

I don’t understand, where has this time gone? 

I am grateful for so much and so many 

I’ve seen so much? Did this change me? 

In the end I have no answers 

Perhaps we are only guilty of growing old?