Death's Footfall
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Old age starts to feel like a waiting game
when the shadow of Death starts encroaching.
And your passion for life dims down its flame,
watching life's end stealthily approaching.
You start looking back rather than ahead:
memories outweigh thoughts of tomorrow.
For past years, like an unraveling thread,
expose feelings of love, faith, and sorrow.
Oddly enough, you don't feel old inside,
though time keeps steadfastly ticking away.
And you set your qualms about Death aside;
disregarding what nonbelievers say.
Faith feels comforting, like a well-worn shawl,
deadening the soft sound of Death's footfall.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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