Old Age
Old age is bound to come knock at our door,
And knock us right unto the floor.
Once we have woke who we were...
We are no more.
We have let time slip out of our hands,
To caught up in life demands.
Not noticing our lives Fading away like a rose petal,
Drying up and flying away like a feather.
Once all the things we have done catches up with us,
We will wish there was something we could have savored.
Copyright © Ettie Christian-Bowling | Year Posted 2014
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