20 January 2013
With the passing of time, Mirrors bring lies, While age bring lines, Oh it has seen my cries! Lived years a plenty, Happy and sad, I feel like I am twenty, Never old or aching bad. In my prime, Never worrying, Of the passing of time. Now at ninety my life, Seems told, I listen to the clock, I begin to grow cold, Tick, tock, toll!
I had my journeys, Loved and lost, Had needs and yearnings, And crossed paths a lot. Life isn't a sprint, Never a stroll, Takes a pace, Only you control. I have seen through, Eyes of my own, That life continues, Even when alone. As I prepare for, My final sleep, A deep slumber, I beg you don't weep, For child I have seen, And I have heard, tasted and smelt, I have had my adventures, And I have dreamt! Remember a mirror lies, Says you have wrinkles, It always tries, To lose that twinkle, Youth is always in my eyes, I always believed I would live and not die!
Age • Opuss № I