Death's Footfall
Old age tends to feel like a waiting game
when the footfalls of Death start encroaching.
And your passion for life dims down its flame,
watching life's end stealthily approaching.
You start looking back rather than ahead:
memories replace dreams of tomorrow.
And the 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 setting your qualms about Death aside;
faith disregard what nonbelievers say.
Old age feels comforting; a well-worn shawl
that deadens the sound of Death's footfall.
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