Dotage
Despond,despair then decline,
Whilst wiser one recall:
Days are numbered for us all.
Inching ,ever unregarded,
The relentless timebelt turns;
Days are numbered for us all.
Reminiscing days of old,
Stories of yesteryear unfold;
Days are numbered for us all.
Here and there a fall,a stall,
Ever onward is the call;
Days are numbered for us all.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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