These hands can't wave anymore,
but lips still stretch out to smile,
though the heart wants not!
Far ahead, a future stinks!

Leave all the "useless possessions"
in their place. Make yourself
a souvenir, for the day is near
when forgotten will be the memories!

The old boys and girls,
are now a thing of the past
like a rose, trampled on and far
gone, to where there isn't a smile.

grant me my wish, Oh Dear!
These closing days bring stress.
And when the last hour hits,
bury me in Dixie.

#oldage
#death
#life
#end




© Michael WRITTERWRITTER