It's Not Over Yet
Still contemplate what I should be;
My mind plays tricks I cannot see.
Old age has overtaken me.
No time to feel its worn embrace;
Must leave my mark but life's a race.
The years are etched upon my face.
Remembering as years accrue;
I've lived my life without a clue.
Death comes so soon to take his due.
Death is our fate but while I wait,
I will create; It's not too late.
I've still not reached my 'best by' date.
April 11, 2021
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2021
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