Fewer Days
My days are numbered
I sense scant few
no count on precisely
but know that its true.
I might make some changes
if only I knew
though change is unlikely
not having a clue.
Looking out over yonder
past some fog in my brain
no foretelling the future
as the days they do wane.
Passing thoughts
.......introspection
not a fatalist view
just a self realization
the days remaining are few!
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