Abide With Me Poem by Clyde King

I am an old man
named after my grandfather
Clyde. It means 'strong horse.'
Not a bad metaphor. When you've
lived three score and ten,
of course.

How many more years
can I endure?
If I could start over
there'd be some things I'd
change and some I'd
leave alone.

It's moot, just a dream.
I'll vanish one day
like a mist the
wind blows away.

How much time
do I have left?
No one can say.
So, please, abide
with me awhile,
give me your hand,
please stay, please stay.