#WritcoPoemChallenge

The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend.

In the realm of time's relentless flow,
Where seasons pass, and ages grow,
There lies a tale of life's cruel blow,
Of living till the grand age of ninety.

In youth's embrace,
with hearts so light,
We dance through days,
devoid of fright,
Yet shadows loom,
as years take flight,
And dreams once vibrant,
fade in twilight.

Oh, the bitter taste of fleeting years,
As strength wanes, and vision veers,
Our bodies worn, like fragile spheres,
We long for respite from life's cruel jeers.

Gone are the days
of boundless grace,
Replaced by wrinkles
upon our face.
Bearing witness to...