Something We'll All Face Poem by Ray Hansell

Sitting in a rocking chair
Snow falling outside
I'm in my later years
That I cannot hide

Life has been so wonderful
All through the years
With every new day
The end is getting near

I spend my days looking out the window
Watching the snow pile high
Knowing that this chair I sit in
Is the place I'm going to die

I don't want to see my life end
But we all know it's a fact
That as we grow older
The clock cannot be turned back


3-6-20/RjH