Feeling Death Lurking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing under the twilight of my years, sometimes looking back at life and watching tearful reminders in images now long gone.
Searching today for visions of tomorrow I can look back upon one day.
Locating future horizons at times, I hesitate, wondering if I will still be alive to experience them in all their wonder and awe.
Feeling death's presence lurking about, taunting me with regrets, yet, I turn my mind away from his omens, and try to focus on happiness from children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, grand nieces and nephews - my sons - my life on earth's temporary boundaries.