Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

With parity to the day
and liege to the hours,
I have grown old in the afternoon,
and tomorrows,
those far away days with haught,
seem to wither away inside
an insidious August's chaos.

On this hot, stormy day,
while lightning adheres like ribbons
to the horizon,
I wonder about
those customable privileges
promised to aging,
and I am electrified
by the harmony of life's prime
that cleans after itself
as it goes forward.