A Better Time Awaits Poem by Bryan Taplits

The fancy of flowers bloom-
through the prison called "old age"
When you've reached a certain limit
Time passes quickly-
and quickly you learn that new plans
no longer can be made.
For though new days are always promising
and leap towards the heart,
Those "new days" are really now few days
wherein
you can vow to do your part
Instead of the dawning of the sun
the setting of the sun is now in its place,
No longer are you settled
Becoming anxious, perhaps, replaced.
In time, the walls that once encased you
become a Heavenly vault-
A dungeon no longer
You're as young as you thought.
No longer to worry
No longer to stress
Evermore to be youthful
Evermore at your best.