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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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