The clock of life,
Is ticking down,
Through joy and strife,
I feel a frown.
Memories abound,
Of days gone by,
Though still around,
Soon I’ll die.
Family have passed,
Friends as well,
I feel harassed,
Could this be Hell?
I’m getting older,
Every day,
Feeling colder,
Causes affray.
My dulcet tones,
Are now a croak,
My painful bones,
Need a soak.
Where’s my eyes,
My paper’s blank,
It’s no surprise,
I’ve got age to thank.
I’ve loved and laughed,
Hated and cried,
Yes I’ve gaffed,
Told truth and lied.
It’s time to go,
For whatever awaits,
You never know,
Could be pearly gates?
Never look back,
Is the advice I’d give,
To keep on track,
‘’ Live And Let Live ‘’
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Beautiful write. It dwells on the negative past bearing the fruit of the present. Half glass water gone, but the other half is left. Aging is inevitable and we can choose to accept it gracefully.The best is yet to be - like you write so beautifully and that is your gift to the world. They read your lovely poems and live on. Live and let live.