Reminiscing poem

A choice, one is thought to have
Anchoring to the past securely
Or move on forward, as a salve.

Youth, the arrogance and joy
The whiling away of seemingly
infinite availability of time 

Once at the thresholds of life
the crossroads of conundrum
of life affecting evaluations 

There's no more, the cocoon 
the cushion of achievements
And a luxury of tomorrows

There's the stoppage, the aches
uncertainties and losses
Nothing in permanence

Transient and temporary
on the descent, in succession
Using up borrowed time.



For today’s prompt, write a reminiscing poem. In my mind, this means a poem that remembers something