Age changes us. Day by day
we feel the weight of years
upon our bodies and our minds.
Forgetting simple things; the taste
of childhood pleasures,  candyfloss
and aniseed, the feel of arms around us
as we drowse, sleeping against a
mother’s  breast. The chance to rest 
lulled by the engine on long journeys home
till in the dark we wake. Older now
we cannot drowse
in arms, or taste the fleeting wonder
of sugar spun on sticks. Only the future
beckons. A brief welcome
to  simple pleasures, those things
we once scorned. But life is far more
precious now as days grow ever shorter.