We chose hiding
Thus not to see,
Days accumulate
In fulgent degree,
Beg to decelerate
Its senescence art,
For to compensate
By young at heart,
Would inside time
Only suffer to hide,
From fading mind
We allege ‘tis alive,
In its state of decline!
Years fading many
Three score plus ten,
When some then
Made feel too many,
Years not living
Aversely at rest,
Somewhat uncertain
Of laurels’ best,
Save idle giving
Wanted for naught
Held put to test,
Not waste what’s left
Though at times lax,
Thru forever days
Found in the past
Inspired by youth,
In then agile way
Did call for truth,
Hoped get it right
Before enduring dark,
Bids life its last night!
I feel reverberate
A sound that be
All but discernible,
Tho not quite dead,
There be no doubt
In not optimal state,
Yet man so begs
While fading voice
Sadly abates,
In time we hear
That erudite mind
Might effort mend,
To save held dear
Lifeblood amend,
For air we breathe
And water deemed
‘Tis equal to survive,
Save our world ends!
Thusly I fear
I’ll find in time,
The voice that died
Must have been mine,
For shout or screech
Who can tell I am not here
And thus beyond reach,
Too far to see or hear!
I can’t help ponder
This look
Ever inducing,
Forever lingers
On my mind,
Without fading
Has me wonder
If I’m to find,
This look
I wish be worth define,
Be alas no lest than mine!
