Sad End
My life has brought me to this point;
existence now is out of joint.
I cannot walk, my knees won’t hold;
I cower here, no longer bold.
I only have my memories
of better days, a winsome tease.
When then a youth, was full of life;
now all I face is daily strife.
I hope the end will soon be near
and life beyond now will bring cheer.
So willingly I leave this Earth,
where of glad times, I suffer dearth.
Copyright © Terry Hoffman | Year Posted 2018
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