The Day is Long

The sun is strong, the day is long And as I sit here, thinking, I wonder why, as time goes by, My world just keeps on shrinking. For as we age, at every stage, We lose what keeps us going Because our brain just can’t retain New things we might be knowing. Our skills may fade and friends we’ve made May disappear completely, Though some pretend we can transcend And hide their fears discreetly. Yet still we live and must forgive Ourselves for what we’re lacking And face each day in such a way To send the doldrums packing.