Life has now started to overwhelm
Sadly, he no longer feels at the helm
And where he was once in complete control
He often now thinks his brain takes a stroll.
He’s not one for moping and sitting around
Giving a hundred percent for each pound
It’s a rate of exchange that he understands
How one should pay for ones life’s demands.
But it seems too much as the years add up
His fingers can now barely hold a cup
And his voice has developed a wheezy gasp
As many small things seem beyond his grasp.
He sits in the study and reads his book
And ponders the path the journey took
Though he has regrets he can’t recall
When thinking back his mind will stall.
In his long life he’s seen such things
In younger days they gave him wings
To fly and soar, his love nearby
No longer here, it makes him cry.
He feels so very old and worn
A heart once full seems badly torn
And as he sits a silent sigh
Is all it takes, he starts to cry.
‘Where did it go, so quickly too
His life no longer spent with you
And soon his time will come to pass
Then he will join you there at last.’
©Joe Wilson – Old age~sadness…2017