Life Goes On Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The waiting room chairs, a familiar sight,
Again, again, day and through night.
A little ache, a worried frown,
Each doctor's visit, up and down.

My body whispers, 'We're getting old, '
Stories inside, yet to unfold.
A leaky pipe, a creaky door,
Always wanting something more.

The history books, they turn so fast,
My small life's shadow, it won't last.
But sun still shines, the birds still sing,
This steady rhythm, life does bring.

And for this breath, this beating heart,
Even with flaws, a brand new start.
So thank you, world, for what you do,
For letting me see this morning through.