Yes. I do remark.
At the amazement of being a child.
A youth that remains but a memory
Fleet. Whisked away by the folly of "maturity".
The fulfillment... of being a friend
A lover and a husband.
Witness to birth of offspring
And becoming a father.
And pain, suffering and healing
Abandonment and betrayal...
What was trust? A love handed over and over again, granted.
Aging, weakening and crumbling to venerability.