Reflecting

Probably the last pair of shoes ill need
Practical as ever no need for greed
Friend from school 'hey how you been'
Doubt if he will ever again be seen
Things now take on a more sedate pace
Not from choice but nothings a race
Considered not impulsive as once was
Is that a good thing not always because
That sense of fun a memory cherished
Dreams now dust past and perished 
Reality bites now on a daily basis 
In every joint ache etched on faces
Would i do it all once again 
In a heart beat and with a grin
Writing emails recounting when
Brings a smile for how it was then
Some whose genetic make up allows
Still find life full of wows !!
They are the lucky ones healthy alive
Others less fortunate fight to thrive
Answers on a postcard please 
How to turn around a life with ease