SLOWING THE MARCH OF TIME

Can I delay the measured beat of time

And like a tug–of–war dig in my heels

To feel some purchase in the slipping soil

And capture for myself an added dime?

Can I by subterfuge and sleight of hand

Regain a youthful force remembered

And spin the coin with clear–sighted eye

Daring many close friends to understand?

Or does pursuit of youthfulness seem absurd

Inviting fancy hoots behind many a hand

Yet why care I for the grand applause

But staying the course with intent declared?

By youthful chat and flashy, skittish passion

Perhaps I’ll outface doubt in dainty fashion!