Echoes

A distant time gone by.
The shadows have grown longer now.
The memories doubled in number.
And a shorter future in store.

And now the wrinkles rise upwards.
As thoughts run free when nothing else can.
And a bright smile not attuned to the world around.
On two wheels sitting easy with crinkled hands stained.

Stained of the blood of the fathers and the brothers.
The eyes seen much and the recollections encumbered.
A burgeoning two years sometimes too much to handle.
Distant memories bringing to life this man who is withered.

The days of the free bantering long gone.
The innocence has long since faded.
Crinkled up in sins and reminiscing
Echoes of a boyhood easily vanquished.

PS. This poem is for Prompt 142 - Echoes of One Single Impression