Aging Imagination

As the time ticks away and the calendar pages turn. Birthdays come and go Like changing day. Once so alive and Lush. Now The time has taken its toll. No time to do anything To sit and think to wonder about all of those questions that can never be answered. No time to think of the absurd And the wonderful. Just time to worry And fret about the headlines Of the news paper and Get angry at the taxes. Imaginations live and die In one lifetime. With age comes wisdom And life cut in stone. Nothing left in the Places where our imaginations Once flowed. We grow old And dry up. Willingly. Become jaded And skeptical. Imaginations live and Die, it seems overnight. In one lifetime we see The dragons and the knights And the magic, the awe and the wonder. Until one day Where we see just the blank slate Where the stories and Wonderful paintings used to be. Growing old and Misplacing the magic Forgetting where We put it.