What once was a pebble has gathered
no moss, rolling (not yet
declining?) towards middle age,
that problematic but venerable epoch
of reading glasses
and white hair
and aching back.
I clearly see the oncoming
shadow of dark golden years overtaking me,
weighing on me as I tumble
dropping like a stone, perfected
for the fall
through a life – if not well
lived – at least
The blind man hopes
through heightened senses he may hear
the darkness ebb, hindsight
in the vanity mirror he no longer bothers
with, confident that
a life without regret is one well lived
after all. After all.
Phillip Knight Scott lives with his wife and five-year-old son in North Carolina. His first collection of poetry, "Paint the Living, Plant the Dead" is available now on Amazon. Phillip enjoys spending time with family, following Tar Heels sports, and watching classic Doctor Who. He posts new poems regularly on his website - Phillip Knight Scott.