By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Day arrives in bright array,
and I in turn arise decayed,
as time breaks down all that lives,
life span the limit of what nature gives.
And I in mind remain my best,
while mirrors lie, which I detest,
and time a 'ticking upon my wrist,
does mock me so and remind with twist.
That I still breath and forward move,
if not slower and in sombre mood,
while life speeds on around my frame,
slow motion bound and vague in brain.
Revolving planets and suns ablaze,
just rule this flicker of life's refrain,
and I a speck of transient light,
grasp tightly the roots of love and life.
To imbibe all those gifts of existence grace,
our memories warm our heart's embrace,
and half way through I realise,
that time may steal my last goodbye.
Each day a gift, each night reprise,
the beauty of this journey wise,
in acceptance of the limits brought,
we can but embrace the dreams we've sought.
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