That life is finite, we all know
Age creeps up; at first,
we grow
And benefit from
life’s rich flow;
We reach our peak!
But that dratted clock
is never still
So, we must grab
each passing thrill
Before we too
slide down the hill
On stubborn feet.
It starts with memory
loss perhaps;
Those aches and
pains cause a collapse
What lies in wait
are heart attacks …
The outlook’s grim;
So, how to lessen
this rough ride?
Tough call to lose
weight – who’s not tried?
But with one’s special
friends on side
One’s ship stays
trim!
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
No comments:
Post a Comment