25 Sep


Growing old, luster gone from aging eyes, vanished beauty;

the shaded looks from an old lover causes the soul to cry.

Time the enemy is not kind; as both beauty and strength

begins to decay. Time engulfs the aged; suddenly life

changes in every way.

Of youth, we dream, while youth and old ages entwine.

We mellow with each setting sun, our minds fight

becoming old; of truth we decline. At last, we see the world

with fading eyes; the heart becomes weak. The past is gone

there is no future; the years have gone by so quickly, we weep.

The days are long, were we ever so young; this crumbling body

we cannot change. This prison we live in, the past, the present;

brings only weary pain. Suffer, feeble, remembrance hidden

deep within our minds. Emotions felt, we must live the hand we

are dealt; life is not always kind. Frozen in time, ghost of ourselves;

there is nothing left to tell. It is the last stage of life, some wait for

Heaven, while others will continue to live in hell!



Posted by on September 25, 2015 in Poetry


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3 responses to “Life…

  1. Bob Mills

    September 26, 2015 at 9:53 am



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