The Ends
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1/10/2025 for Ends Poetry Contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
The gifts of life, upon me have been heaped,
but, one by one, I say goodbye, and they end,
as time's unseen agent mercilessly reaps,
and life's pilot announces "time to descend".
Goodbye to youth, arms that throw, legs that run,
to sex, infatuation, and that kind of dance,
and though, I suppose it was mostly fun,
it's time to give younger ones their chance.
Goodbye to responsibility and work,
to old friends, health, dreams, memory and hope,
to pretense and my blasted doctor, the jerk,
as I reach the end of the line and my rope.
All things taken by time's invisible thief -
to be unburdened, such a great relief.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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