Times Up
Rapidly I decrease to return to dust
As my mind rusts and decays
And life has lost its lust
I'm left to ponder achievements missed
And wished I had more time
For that one last kiss
Now its far to late
For this is my fate
Death is at the door we have a date
So today with all
I will make peace
So I'll be released
when I'm deceased
And may I travel from here
To where God draws me near
And Angels whisper tunes
In these old ears
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2022
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