Months seem like days
Suddenly you’re older
“Yet another castaway”
Life gave you great wisdom
The young refuse to hear
They’re too busy having fun
“Leave us alone” they sneer
The days grow short
Health begins to fail
Gone is life’s support
Blue skies grow pale
Your weary soul phones Grim Reaper
Death delayed?
‘Ole Reap” forgot to turn on his beeper
1 comment:
This poem is so true and it is what half of the seniors are thinking about these days. You want to scream - where are you my juvenescence!
The reality is just not sinking in.
It seems like just yesterday - "I was running against the wind." (Bob Segar) It is a shocking reality, isn't it! "May you stay Forever young." (Bob Dylan) MKP
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