the art of letting go

The Art of Letting Go

The weathered hands
that once had such might
have lost the strength to
fuss and fight

to toil and struggle
cling and clasp
for things that are
fleeting from our
past

Such energy created in waste
yet we reach for it
in a blinding haste

So futile in our introspection
perhaps it is some sort of
protection
from the truth that sits an waits
like a guardian
at it's gates