'Before we Die' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
15/10/2025
It seems that I am getting old and grey, my body's also slowing down its pace. But I've still much to do and much to say. It seems to me that life is like a race, It starts off fast with youth upon your side. You swiftly run and barely leave a trace. It seems each day is like a rolling tide, that ebbs and flows decisions are engaged. And through each year no choice we take the ride. It seems before too long we're middle aged, more settled, future planned, yet to unfold. Perspectives held when young have some-what changed. It seems somehow our lives become controlled, by forces unforeseen we cannot stop. Dictated by our bodies growing old. It seems then soon we'll have to close the shop, and face the fact we can no longer be. So, take the final journey to the top. It seems my bucket list is incomplete, therefore, no choice I’m sure I'll have to stay. Tick off the list to do and not retreat. It seems my mission is to just to comply. begin this right away and see it through. Enjoy the years ahead before I die.
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