A Question Of Age Poem by James Smith

I've often wondered how it would end
And where do we go from here?
Although I've not thought of those things
Too much, sensible people don't.

I mean where does it get you
At the end of the day or your days
For that Matter? If it does then
I''ll need to research a year or two.

Begin with what's my preferred 'ist'
Am I a theist an atheist a deist
A jansenist a methodist a feist
Or a witness or just a Friend?

Will I be looking down on you
Or will I be here again,
Or wll I be just a little bitof
A thing to big to view?

Wisdom comes with age they say
So I wonder less these days
And let things take their course,
It's not a matter of choice for me
I no longer have the force.