Years dying away
Some of living’s best,
Yet far too many
Years full of life
Aversely put to rest,
In the ensuing dark
Leaving held memory
Barely time to wrest,
From obscurity’s quest!
rest
“ Years ” ~ be of laurels’ best ~
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!
“ Peaceful Time ” ~ to die for ~
Or then again
To die from,
If you let peaceful
Lull you to sleep,
In fashion so
Time then will seep
And so complete,
Will pass you by,
And tho you yearn
For life replete,
You can but weep,
For now said peace
Ain’t worth the keep!
