Senescent Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

So soon, another year has come and gone;
Today I'm terrified to close my eyes,
And wake one closer step to my demise,
Or haply find out I have lived for none,
Or run, because when panicking we run,
Uphill; perchance right now's my time to rise—
Not all—alas! —live till they're old and wise! —
And all I seek's immortal sparkling sun.
It aches, when lingering or looking back:
To find that you have not yet reached your goal,
Although you've sworn you would before this day!
But oaths, like age, do too but fade to black;
And oh! I think I'd rather sell my soul,
Than live to look and see a lock of gray!