From the shadows of my mind a future now present I find,

Am I aged or is this an illusion created by my traveled mind,

When last I looked there was a younger me within my face,

It is most apparent no doubt that I am losing this lifetime race,

As exhaustion overwhelms my frame my mind succumbs too,

Moving comes hard as does thoughts but for those of you,

Where you have gone troubles my mind yet I remember where,

I’m sure you know exhaustion has control or I would be there,

Bring her back I plead of destiny as I know I have no control,

To become rust of man is a sad feat but still I must pay the toll,

I must appear well because I can see you approach the door,

If I appear as such a broken man will you need me anymore,

I know you will as I know you need me also although not as bad,

My shoulder has a place created by your head in the life I’ve had,

It’s where you sleep at night as you restore me that I may go on,

Though I am rust of man it’s with this beautiful angel I belong.

The end, by Pat for Patti.