This Life

Soft lines on my face carving deeper, I age A tale of my years as I stare blank and dismayed Eyes alive and expressive, so much youth held within Yet the softness and creases scream my years when I grin Bones that do creak, maybe now just a little Tells a story of how these great bones will soon brittle Memories of past years, I haven’t lived life to the fullest I have a yearning it screams loud “go travel, be a tourist.” I scream STOP please relax, take a breath, 1, 2, 3 Who am I kidding I’ve plenty of good years still in me I gaze up and afar as I look past the night stars yes this life may be short but I can still take it far My eyes may be dim and my hair soon will silver But there’s no way I’ll leave this life as a quiver I’ll grab all and explore , as much as I can Ill mediate, Ill dance, Ill sing loud with the band Ill caress all my lines and my creaking old bones Yes my life always full, I am never alone I have love , great friends and natures skies of so blue A strong loving heart and some quirkiness too I’ll live life , yes I will and then I will leave with a bang…. I know those lives I have touched will surely whisper my name.