A Winter Diary Poem by Leaking Pen

I am old already
Death is marching in my bones.
Lifeless is my body
Lifeless as the crumbling stones.

Once my life seemed always young
And would forever last,
But Ah! Time flew fast
Proving me to be quite wrong.

Many years lay behind
What's left of my thinning hair?
To die now I do not mind,
To live more I do not care.

My life is a blank page
I live to write its lines,
And when bursting with life's signs
I end up with old age.

Then shortly comes death
Hovering around me,
Reaping my last breath
Setting my Spirit free!

September 12,2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 1970's series