Last Curtain To Fall
The older I get
The less people to call
Is it by choice
My spirit’s downfall
The older I get
The less then to care
A life once so pointed
With little to share
The older I get
Beginning to end
The ones that stood by me
The ones I called friends
The older I get
Meat gone from the stew
The faces just names
Of those I once knew
The older I get
Doors lock from within
A constant reminder
The blaming now stings
The older I get
The less people to call
No sand in the hourglass
—last curtain to fall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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