Life, a Vanishing Mist

Life, A Vanishing Mist It is so very late in my life a future pain awaiting my wife A tragedy for my very young son years are short, life as yet so undone Memories are signs that say very soon well past a shining three quarters moon Pondering my demise and its effect hoping no duties do I ever neglect What is a decade when it flies by or fears of no more future skies A man can only pray to do his best ask God in Heaven to do the rest Twilight now awaits its next hardened stone mortal man , sacrifice of flesh and bone! Robert J. Lindley, 08-16-2014 note: Pondering the future for my family when I am no more. I write my thoughts, glimpse my fear and draw my sword in anticipation for a great battle. A day, a month , a decade..? Ten years or so , to a soul desiring another 60 is a bitter pill. Yet swallow I must... Not abitchin' at all, just a ponderin'.. lol