The door of opportunity

The door is closing, the dark is closing in

opportunity is a striven challenge 

Ones place in life from a  grasping youth

the competitive edge of a figure skaters tooth

ageless attitude of one so young

Use of mind instead of connecting their tongue

creativity, a combination of intelligence with imagination, keeping calm above all frustration

Seeing more of your relatives dead

bury George and Mildred and your best friend Fred. question your life, seen as past value, sleep in ones socks

protect your feet from the cramps

No one is interested in you poor old gramps,

your past your best your ageing within  the door is closing, the dark is closing in

Webb of Ivy

The root of the ivy grabs hard at the soil, 

Leaves creep up the tree in a tangled embroil, winding like a Webb grabbing as it goes, how high it grips, nobody knows

Hard to pull off the bark, some cancers appear the same destroying fresh tissue removing it is insane, doesn't matter how you take it away there's always such destruction to the outer membrane.

Killing the light, stopping the growth, unimaginable damage to the unwary host 

Leaving the tree like a dead wooded ghost