Decline Of Life Poem by jim foulk

School days seemed
to last for ever,
when in the spring-
time of our life.

Friends so many
we had as young
people, we were
just gilded youth.

We descended into
the summer time
of our youth,
dreams of hope.

Marriage came
for some,
others passed by,
life went on anyhow.

Life is like
a freeway,
going by so,
fast.

Fall of our life
has arrived on time,
as were working
harder than ever.

Decline of life
is moving toward
us, with no hope
of stopping it.

Sooner or later
we all reach
this place
in the road of life.

Retired are we
now, finding things
to do in this
winter time of life.

Decline of life
is here on schedule,
the winter is over,
and so are we.