'' Live And Let Live '' Poem by Bri Mar

The clock of life,
Is ticking down,
Through joy and strife,
I feel a frown.

Memories abound,
Of days gone by,
Though still around,
Soon I’ll die.

Family have passed,
Friends as well,
I feel harassed,
Could this be Hell?

I’m getting older,
Every day,
Feeling colder,
Causes affray.

My dulcet tones,
Are now a croak,
My painful bones,
Need a soak.

Where’s my eyes,
My paper’s blank,
It’s no surprise,
I’ve got age to thank.

I’ve loved and laughed,
Hated and cried,
Yes I’ve gaffed,
Told truth and lied.

It’s time to go,
For whatever awaits,
You never know,
Could be pearly gates?

Never look back,
Is the advice I’d give,
To keep on track,

‘’ Live And Let Live ‘’