On Reaching Old Age

Time is fleeting in its passing And does jolt the memory Recalling images of long ago When life seemed to stretch far away Safe from Death’s stalking shadow.

As a child I thought as a child Seeing only bright summer days With friendships I thought to last forever And parents who could never die Old age a distant foreign land.

Now walking the land of the elderly Old bones and old man troubles Wondering how long before Death No longer stalks but claims me And time is no longer fleeting and stops.