Aging

a year used to be
longer, didn’t it, or more
happened at least, each day was
important
in retrospect anyway

did i used to be
a better man, or more
introspective, actualized, did
i know more then than i know
now, or less, and less was
like what they say

do i remember when
i had feelings, and they pushed me
forward, into places i’d
never been, into people
i’d never be

do i remember when it changed,
or has it happened so slow
that like everything
it’s passed by before i noticed

could i go back to being
that person i loved
before i grew
or
have i become the person
i always worried i’d become