Father Time And Old Age Poem by Dorsey Baker

When Father time and old age
catches
up with us
would they find us
drowning in an ocean of darkness
or standing in a ray of sunshine
Will we be ready to welcome
ourselves into their arms
or will they find
us ready to run fast away

will they catch us
in a mood of thankfulness
or a moment of regretfulness

Will tehy find us
sound asleeep or wide awake
will they find us
fondling the memories
of our youth
or will they find us
trying our hardest
to go back?