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!
